#gone

It is high time for the living to get tough, for toughness is indispensable in the struggle to safeguard and develop the life-force; this will not detract from their goodness, as long as they stand courageously by the truth. There is ground for hope in the fact that among millions of decent, hard-working people there are only a few plague-ridden individuals, who do untold harm by appealing to the dark, dangerous drives of the armored average man and mobilizing him for political murder. There is but one antidote to the average man's predisposition to plague: his own feelings for true life. The life force does not seek power but demands only to play its full and acknowledged part in human affairs. It manifests itself through love, work and knowledge. ↗

— Wilhelm Reich

#exploitation #knowledge #love #oppression #orgone

I can see clearly now, my brain is gone. Lucy ↗

— Cathy Hopkins

#funny #love #dating

They knew that love snatched in the face of danger and death was doubly sweet for the strange excitement that went with it. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#gone-with-the-wind #death

We were left with nothing because of a love like acid that ate its way through our entire family. ↗

— R.D. Ronald

#love-gone-wrong #love-hurts #poison #reflection #family

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you? And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok? ↗

— The Script

#girls #gone #heartbreak #left-alone #life

Take my handkerchief, Scarlett. Never, at any crisis of your life, have I known you to have a handkerchief. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#rhett-butler #life

I only know that I love you. That's your misfortune. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#mitchell #love

If I'm not the one thing you can't stand to lose, If I'm not that arrow to the heart of you, If you don't get drunk on my kiss, If you think you can do better than this then I guess we're done. Let's not drag this on, Consider me gone... ↗

— Reba McEntire

#love #love

I need bruschetta (that's "broo-SKET-uh," not "brushetter," a slender piece of ciabatta toasted and brushed with garlic and oil and covered in fresh tomato and basil-- the chunks inevitably fall off the bread and the olive oil runs over your lips and down your chin. The whole thing is delicious, deeply physical and delightfully undignified, and a woman who can eat a real bruschetta is a woman you can love and who can love you. Someone who pushes the thing away because it's messy is never going to cackle at you toothlessly across the living room of your retirement cottage or drag you back from your sixth heart attack by sheer furious affection. Never happen. You need a woman who isn't afraid of a faceful of olive oil for that) ↗

— Nick Harkaway

#love

Happiness got me two ungrateful sons, a husband who hates me, and a painful reality living as the shunned wife. If you think this happiness you’re clinging to will last, think again. ↗

— Suilan Lee

#love-gone-sour #sadness #love