#hat

Sydney sighed and stood up, smoothing her rumpled clothes with dismay. ʺI need a coffee shop or something.ʺ ʺI think I saw one in a cave down the road,ʺ I said. That almost got a smile from her ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney #coffee

It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom. Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart-knowledge; each renders one individual dependent for the food of his affections and spiritual life upon another; each leaves the passionate lover, or the no less passionate hater, forlorn and desolate by the withdrawal of his object. ↗

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

#heart #love #food

Life is about taking what's given to us and creating something wonderful. ↗

— Belinda Jeffrey

#life #take-what-s-given-you #wonderful #life

I have known a lot of people in my life, and I can tell you this… Some of the ones who understood love better than anyone else were those who the rest of the world had long before measured as lost or gone. Some of the people who were able to look at the dirtiest, the poorest, the gays, the straights, the drug users, those in recovery, the basest of sinners, and those who were just… plain… different. They were able to look at them all and only see strength. Beauty. Potential. Hope. And if we boil it down, isn’t that what love actually is? ↗

— Dan Pearce

#charity #christianity #happiness #hate #hatred

The day after Paul Newman was dead, he was twice as dead. ↗

— Maurice Sendak

#death #dying #tell-them-whatever-you-want #death

I like looking at your body,” she said. “Thank you. I like looking at you, period,” I responded. She removed her shirt. She asked for help with her bra. We embraced. Our skins touched. I felt her heart beat against my chest. I felt my heart beating. Our heartbeats became one. One heartbeat. We became one. Time passed. I looked at my watch. 10:10. I stood. She remained on the bed, defining beauty. “It’s getting close to eleven, baby. You should probably get up,” I said, looking for my shirt. I ran my hands through my hair. “Stand right there,” she said. “Don’t move.” I stood. She reached to the side of the bed, and got her phone from her purse. She held it at arm’s length. “Don’t move,” she said. “I heard you,” I responded. I stood. She took three photos. “I wish I could paint a picture of you,” I said. “Do you paint?” she asked. “No,” I responded, “But I wish I could. I would paint a picture of you right now, lying there without your shirt. I could stand here, Britney, and admire you for all of what is forever. You make me want to cry. But. That part of me is broken. ↗

— Scott Hildreth

#beauty

While love shuts down areas of the brain associated with judgment and reasoning by contrast those consumed with hate have very active reasoning facilities. It takes logic to figure out how to attack your enemy. ↗

— Randall Parker

#noremorse #love

The conviction that the world and man is something that had better not have been, is of a kind to fill us with indulgence towards one another. ↗

— Arthur Schopenhauer

#love

Loving someone is different from being in love with someone. You can hate someone you're in love with ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#love #love

We love books because they are the greatest escape. That is because our own minds eye is the purest form of virtual reality. ↗

— M.R. Mathias

#m-r-mathias #michael-robb #profound-realizations #quotes-that-make-sense #reader