#er

The honeymoon phase was over. He still called me his girl, still held me like I meant everything and I really wanted to believe he was still completely here with me. I looked over his body and at his sleeping face. I slowly moved out of his bed, and tip toed to the bathroom where I fell to the tiled floor and sobbed. ↗

— Mercy Cortez

#heartbreaker #love #romance #love

He was one of those people in New York who was purported to "know everybody". "Knowing everybody" is a phrase that denotes not having many relations with people but having relations with a few people generally thought to be significant and powerful. ↗

— Siri Hustvedt

#networking #power #relations #love

Love will set her free. ↗

— Tehereh Mafi

#love

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are the eternity and you are the mirror. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#eternity #beauty

Shortly after you left the room, Bushell came over and spoke to your father. I was not near enough to hear what he said, but Maria Lucas told me afterwards that he had been -' (she smiled) 'amazingly impertinent.' 'Peter actually spoke to Papa?' 'He did. According to Maria, he had the impudence to criticise Mr Bennet for his treatment of you. I must say it gives me the most favourable idea of his character. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#cute #honor #jane-austen #love #mary-bennet

That's what teaching is, the art of explanation: presenting the right information in the right order in a memorable way. ↗

— Taylor Mali

#teachers #art

Peter.' It was the first time I had used his name. 'You heard me sing tonight, did you not?' 'Yes, love.' The endearment took my breath away - made me forget what I meant to say. I stood there with but one thought: He must care about me. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#love #lovely #mary-bennet #peter-bushell #pride-and-prejudice

In the therapeutic process based on awareness, there exists no ”I" – it just exists a presence, a light, a love and a silence. ↗

— Swami Dhyan Giten

#ego #love #meditation #presence #psychology

Henry,' at last said one, again dipping the spoon into the flaming spirit, 'hast thou read Hoffman?' 'I should think so,' said Henry. 'What think you of him?' 'Why, that he writes admirably; and, moreover, what is more admirable - in such a manner that you see at once he almost believes that which he relates. As for me, I know very well that when I read him of a dark night, I am obliged to creep to bed without shutting my book, and without daring to look behind me.' 'Indeed; then you love the terrible and fantastic?' 'I do,' said Henry. ("The Dead Man's Story ↗

— James Hain Friswell

#eta-hoffmann #fantastic #fantastique #fear #horror

Love is merciful. It lets first-time accomplices off with a warning. ↗

— Bauvard

#mercy #love