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As never before, he understood the vitality of tradition, the dignity of the worship of what had existed before one's own self had come into being. There was no shame in awe; there was exaltation. (“Cafe Endless: Spring Rain”) ↗

— Nancy Holder

#history #tradition #love

i learn how to love i learn how to cry but i will never learn how to say goodbye ↗

— lowell mag-asin

#love

I only knew the schoolbooks said he "died in the wilderness, of a broken heart." "More than him has done that," said Antonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent. ↗

— Willa Cather

#love #love

I’m like a ventriloquist chasing his own voice. I can whisper and shout at the same time, and this is the closest approximation I have to a description of love. I would offer you something to drink, but I’m not in the kitchen, even though it may sound like I am.
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— Jarod Kintz

#kitchen #love #shout #whisper #love

This week or last week, I don't really care about it anymore. I write myself this later, I tell myself you let me go. ↗

— Sara Quin

#don-t-really-care #if-it-was-you #last-week #love #monday-monday-monday

The happiness of the bee and the dolphin is to exist. For man it is to know that and to wonder at it ↗

— Jacques-Yves Cousteau

#dolphin #happiness #joy #love #man

Ultimately,we hear things because we cannot see everything. ↗

— Slavoj Žižek

#hear #see #voice #love

When all else is lost and gone forever, there is yearning. Only desire trumps time. ↗

— Charles Frazier

#truth #love

hubris, n. Every time I call you mine, I feel like I'm forcing it, as if saying it can make it so. As if I'm reminding you, and reminding the universe: mine. As if that one word from me could have that kind of power. ↗

— David Levithan

#relationships #love

She slips into the seat at our table, refusing to look up at me. I reach for her hand, sending a shiver through me when our finger tips touch. She glances at me, her eyes filled with a feral fear that reaches into my depths, pulling on emotions I refuse to acknowledge. Things I can’t feel now. Won’t feel ever again. ↗

— Christine Fonseca

#gothic-romance #ya #love