#er

Try and live your life the way you wish other people would live theirs. ↗

— Raymond Burr

#live #other #people #theirs #try

I sat taller, to suppress my impatience. It was infuriating, this waiting. I was thirty-seven years old. And like a child, an infant, really, I was at the mercy of others. Hour after hour of my life was spent waiting. ↗

— Rosie Sultan

#waiting #life

He's mine. I love him, and you can't have him, Christine. You can't have them both. ↗

— Sadie Montgomery

#erik #meg-giry #opera-ghost #phantom-of-the-opera #love

My name is Arsenio. That's a very unique name for a black man. In Greek, it means Leroy. ↗

— Arsenio Hall

#greek #man #means #name #unique

There's love and everybody talks about it, but not all of us come close to it - or, if we do, it's not in the expected way. ↗

— Rupert Thomson

#rupert-thomson #the-insult #love

Why do you want to do this?" he asked curiously. "Why is this woman so important to you?" Saint-Germain blinked in surprise. "Have you ever loved anyone?" he asked. "Yes," Tamnuz said cautiously, "I had a consort once, Inanna..." "But did you love her? Truly love her?" The Green Man remained silent. "Did she mean more to you than life itself?" Saint-Germain persisted. "They do not love that do not show their love," Shakespeare murmured very softly. The French immortal stepped closer to the Elder. "I love my Jeanne," he said simply. "I must go to her." "Even though it will cost you everything?" Tamnuz persisted, as if the idea was incomprehensible. "Yes. Without Joan, everything I have is worthless." "Even your immortality?" "Especially my immortality." Gone were the banter and the jokes. This was a Saint-Germain whom neither Shakespeare nor Palamedes had ever seen before. "I love her," he said, ↗

— Michael Scott

#love #the-necromancer #life

Violence is almost an everyday occurrence in some Muslim lands: it should not be exacerbated by revenge attacks on more innocent families and communities. ↗

— Cat Stevens

#attacks #communities #everyday #exacerbated #families

The poor love life as passionately as the rich do. Perhaps more, for the effort it takes to cling to it. ↗

— Joan Thomas

#life

I could resist no longer. The love, the desire tearing apart my sould was more than I could bear. I allowed him to take my arm, allowed myself to melt into him, to close my eyes and inhale once more his scent of lavender and winter skies as we walked together towards the orchards. ↗

— Kailin Gow

#love

The eyes of the wolf, loving and longing and loyal, were now set squarely in the face of a man, but they were still staring at me with that same devotion, that same puppyish desire. I could feel my heart breaking quietly as I stared at him - a break that I knew was but the smallest echo of what I had made him feel when I broke his heart by the banks of the Crystal River. ↗

— Kailin Gow

#love