#first

It took me a long time, my lifetime so to speak, to realise that the colour of an eye half seen, or the source of some distant sound, are closer to Giudecca in the hell of unknowing than the existence of God, or the origins of protoplasm, or the eistence of self, and even less worthy than these to occupy the wise, It's a bit much, a lifetime, to achieve this consoling conclusion, it doesn't leave you much time to profit by it. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#samuel-beckett #love

For several moments he did not move from the doorway: he heard the girl’s soft, thin voice rise above the murmur of the assembled guests she served. She raised her head, and suddenly he met her eyes; they were pale and large and seemed to shine with a light within themselves. In some confusion he backed from the doorway and turned into the sitting room; he found an empty chair in a space by the wall, and he sat there looking at the carpet beneath his feet. He did not look in the direction of the dining room, but every now and then he thought he felt the gaze of the young woman brush warmly across his face. ↗

— John Williams

#love #love

My suffering left me sad and gloomy. ↗

— Yann Martel

#life

Hugo, child, have I ever said that I loved you? Do you know that your fists are clenched? You aren't going to strike me-' She had smiled. Then he had burst into tears. He had never mentioned love either, but it had not occurred to him that it might not be identical with what they had enjoyed. ↗

— Glenway Wescott

#love

She couldn't turn away from the eyes that held her. Eyes as deep, as Dark as the night, yet there was something that sparked with warmth, that kept those eyes from being cold. ↗

— Lora Leigh

#lora-leigh #love-at-first-sight #lovers #micah #risa

Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. ↗

— George Eliot

#beauty

I haven’t had the chance to look at too many men’s faces up close. And I noticed how his skin was thicker than mine, and a gorgeous shade of toast. The stiff blond hairs on his cheeks and chin seemed to be growing before my eyes. He smelled like starch. Like pine. His nose wasn’t so pointy afterall. …And out of the blue, he kissed me. Right in the middle of the Robert E. Lee Hotel Restaurant, he kissed me so slowly with an open mouth and every single thing in my body-my skin, my collarbone, the hollow backs of my knees, everything inside of me filled up with light. ↗

— Kathryn Stockett

#kissing #men #love

A witch sees through things and around things. A witch sees farther than most, a witch sees things from the other side. A witch knows where she is, who she is and when she is ... ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#men

And I'll never forget the first time I took the possibility to project sound every day for six or seven hours with special devices which were built for me. ↗

— Karlheinz Stockhausen

#day #devices #every #every day #first

Hmmm. What you’re saying is that you’ve never been kissed?” He picked at a string on the blanket under us. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#first-kiss #glass-girl #henry-whitmire #laura-anderson-kurk #love