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Countless generations have set out convinced that they would succeed where other had failed – that's where lawyers and reporters come from, you know. They're the cynical corpses of idealistic young people who thought the system could be reformed. ↗

— CrimethInc.

#journalism #lawyers #reporters #love

We have scholars galore, and kings and emperors, and statesmen and military leaders, and artists in profusion, and inventors, discoverers, explorers - but where are the great lovers? After a moment's reflection one is back to Abelard and Heloise, or Anthony and Cleopatra, or the story of the Taj Mahal. So much of it is fictive, expanded and glorified by the poverty-stricken lovers whose prayers are answered only by myth and legend. ↗

— Henry Miller

#lovers #romance #romanticizing #love

You are everything I have in this world Gracie ↗

— Marisa Oldham

#heartache #loss #love #love

I don't know what happened between the two of you. I don't know if it can be forgiven. The hardest thing always is to forgive yourself. ↗

— Antonia Michaelis

#lighthouse-keeper #mr-knaake #forgiveness

Mothers observe all, absorb all, give all, forgive all, offer all, suffer all, feel all, heal all, hope for all, pray for all. But most of all, Mothers love always. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#moms #mothers #mothers-day #parenthood #richelle

the thing about pessimism is that in most cases it's nothing more than a front behind which a body can hide its most sweetful yet painful hopes. please forgive mine. ↗

— Eric Clapton

#forgiveness

But it would be like going to Heaven and not finding any of your friends there. Her life would go all beatific and empty in the eyes. ↗

— Lorrie Moore

#home #life #living #where-you-live #home

We must be our own authentically unique truth, and question who we are, what created us, and what processes within us are alien and externally created. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#love-yourself #truth-in-you #uniqueness-of-individual #love

Here, Earth-born, over the lilt of the water, Lisping its music and bearing a burden of light, Bosoming day as a laughing and radiant daughter… Here we may whisper unheard, unafraid of the night. Walking alone…was it splendor, or what, we were bound with? Deep in the time when summer lets down her hair? Shadows we loved and the patterns they covered the ground with Tapestries, mystical, faint in the breathless air. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#magical #mystical #patterns #poetry #shadows

I knew now, that it is by loving, and not by being loved, that one can come nearest the soul of another; yea, that, where two love, it is the loving of each other, and not the being loved by each other, that originates and perfects and assures their blessedness. I knew that love gives to him that loveth, power over any soul beloved... ↗

— George MacDonald

#love #phantastes #the-power-of-love #love