#forever

My music will go on forever. Maybe it's a fool say that, but when me know facts me can say facts. My music will go on forever. ↗

— Bob Marley

#fool #forever #go #know #maybe

It seemed like forever ago, like we've had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. ↗

— John Green

#infinities #infinity #tfios #stars

Seharusnya ada perayaan hari ini, bukan peluk sesaat untuk selamanya. ↗

— Ariel Seraphino

#goodbye #love #lovers #peluk #love

The Day of Judgment was coming and sinners were going to burn, burn, burn in the fire of hell. “Repent”, he roared. “You don’t have to anything to sin you just have to think it. Yes, sexual fantasies were a sin. All this sinning must stop”. He asked for loud music to stop videos and televisions to be thrown into the bin. They were corrupting our innocent kids. “Repent, repent “he roared again. His temper was so bad he looked flushed and had to ask the choir to sing to regain his voice. The choir sang Jesus Loves You. Everybody was talking about Fr. Shaw’s sermon from the pulpit for the whole week. ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#love

Katie was forced to do the midnight walk of shame in the pitch dark in all her finery with her high heels in her hands bare footed and man less to the taxi base to get a taxi home. She looked like Cinderella having a nervous breakdown with her face and nose red and swollen and with mascara and tears running down her face, looking like a red pumpkin. She vowed she will never be hurt again and if she loves again it will be under her conditions. ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#annette-j-dunlea #irish-writer #home

Too bad one night couldn't turn into forever. ↗

— Addison Moore

#love

…Man’s heart is a ditch full of blood. The loved ones who have died throw themselves down on the bank of this ditch to drink the blood and so come to life again; the dearer they are to you, the more of your blood they drink.” - The Narrator. ↗

— Nikos Kazantzakis

#forever #heart #live #love #loved

Men loved her but she was the woman, all women loved to hate. She was Bridget Jones gone wrong. She knew the price of everything and the value of nothing. ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#annette-j-dunlea #irish-writer #love

Donning a glove for a backyard toss, or watching a ball game, or just reflecting upon our baseball days, we are players again, forever young. ↗

— John Thorn

#backyard #ball #ball game #baseball #days

It is the personality of the mistress that the home expresses. Men are forever guests in our homes, no matter how much happiness they may find there. ↗

— Elsie de Wolfe

#find #forever #guests #happiness #home