#hood

my mother, poor fish, wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a week, telling me to be happy: "Henry, smile! why don't you ever smile?" and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the saddest smile I ever saw ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#facade #love #motherhood #pain #love

With his fantastic mane of multicoloured hair, Phury should have been in Hollywood's league with the ladies, but he'd stuck with his vow of celibacy. There was room for one and only one love in his life, and it had been slowly killing him for years. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#phury #zsadist #life

Beth,” he whispered. “Come back to me.” He brought more of his blood to her. “Damn it, don’t you die!” Candles flared in the room. “I love you, damn you! Goddamn you, don’t you let go! ↗

— J.R. Ward

#black-dagger-brotherhood #wrath #love

I wondered if perhaps I'd gone mad. I had known this man less than twenty-four hours and already I wanted to raise his children. ↗

— Lucy Robinson

#insanity #motherhood #love

It's quite sad that so many children go through life unsure whether their parents love them or not. ↗

— Wayne Gerard Trotman

#insecurity #love #parenthood #parents #life

In this short time you have already become as a brother to me.' 'That is what the Prince creates between men--brotherhood. ↗

— Chuck Black

#brotherly-love #chuck-black #kingdom-series #love

It's the curse of motherhood. You're required to love us even when we vex you. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#motherhood #parenting-children #love

Parenthood wasn’t about blood or biology, he found; it was about a joyful willingness to give yourself over, to subordinate your own needs for someone else’s. When you loved your kids, you’d give up everything to keep them safe and make them happy, and you didn’t care about the other things, the ones that went away. ↗

— Lisa Unger

#love

Her love of words is a private passion - one she would rather not share. In the house of her childhood though everything had to be shared. If she tried to hold anything back, they would search and find the hidden places. Her written words, discovered, read were just the source of more pain and punishment. This was why she loved poetry. They did not always understand it so they left it alone. ↗

— Bell Hooks

#memoir #poetry #writing #love

In the heart's deepest place, where the burden of ego is dropped and the mystery of soul is penetrated, a man finds the consciousness there not different in any way from what all other men may find. The mutuality of the human race is thus revealed as existing only on a plane where its humanness is transcended. This is why all attempts to express it in political and economic terms, no less than the theosophic attempts to form a universal brotherhood, being premature, must be also artificial. This is why they failed. ↗

— Paul Brunton

#humanity #unity #men