#his

Every human character appears only once in the history of human beings. And so does every event of love. ↗

— Isaac Bashevis Singer

#identity #love #love

Listen, Nicole, I’ve had all I can take of you telling me what I need. Have you ever stopped to think that maybe you’re exactly what I need? That maybe, in the middle of all this miserable neck-snapping and repelling and crossing the bloody hell over, all I really want is someone…someone good who will let me be a fucking man? Just a fucking human being with flaws and unenlightened days? Is that too much to ask? That you let me fucking love you, Nicole? Because that’s what I need! That’s all I’d ever need from you. Just to love you. Can you deny me that? - Christian Wright (Whisper of Light) ↗

— Jennifer DeLucy

#whisper-of-light #love

I've bled for you. I've killed for you. I've held you in my arms and done my best to make love to you. I'd give my life to protect you. Now I sit beside you, askin' you to trust me. ↗

— Pamela Clare

#scotsman #life

Your love of glory must conquer your will to survive; or why fight at all? Why not be a smith, a brewer, a wool merchant? Why are you in the contest, if not to win, and if not to win, then to die? ↗

— Hilary Mantel

#love

from THE DEVIL YOU KNOW : She wanted him too. He could see it in the rapid rise of her breasts. He could smell her budding arousal and would relish bringing her to full bloom. God, how he loved this dance! She had taken the first tentative steps, yet she still fought her desire, refused to give in to it, but he would lead her now. He was a master…and a ruthless bastard.” ― Victoria Vane, The Devil You Know coming July 27, 2012 from Breathless Press ↗

— Emery Lee

#love

Except for a small strip of shin that poked out from between the top of his socks and the bottom of his pants, his legs were purely theoretical. ↗

— Tom Perrotta

#love

This is love: To fly toward a secret sky, To cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of life. In the end, to take a step without feet; To regard this world as invisible, And to disregard what appears to be the self. Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, To see beyond seeing itself, To reach and feel within the breast. —Rumi ↗

— Esha Mirari

#life

[from Some words about 'War and Peace'] In those days also people loved, envied, sought truth and virtue, and where carried away by passions; and there was the same complex mental and moral life among the upper classes, where were in some instances even more refined than now. If we have come to believe in the perversity and coarse violence of that period, that is only because the traditions, memoirs, stories, and novels that have been handed to us, record for the most part exceptional cases of violence and brutality. To suppose that the predominant characteristic of that period was turbulence, is as unjust as it would before a man, seeing nothing but the tops of trees beyond a hill, to conclude that there was nothing to be found in that locality but trees. ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#life

Making love with you is even more wonderful than making music." He drew her closer. "Och, Sarah, you _are_ my music. ↗

— Pamela Clare

#scotsman #love

I cannot tell whether diamonds appeared in his eyes or mine as the shine of adoration became the icon one sees in history, a Byzantine sparkle, Medieval armor against all odds. ↗

— Alice Shapiro

#history #love #medieval #saltian #love