#hop

He was my darkness & I was his light.We couldn't exist without each other. ↗

— Paige Weaver

#life #love #life

I am not afraid to die; I am only afraid of saying goodbye to you forever. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#dying #fear #goodbye #hope #illness

[Short Talk on the Sensation of Airplane Takeoff] Well you know I wonder, it could be love running toward my life with its arms up yelling let’s buy it what a bargain! ↗

— Anne Carson

#essay #love #poetry #shopping #life

Don't you feel as though you could love everything starting tomorrow, and everything could love you, if only you took an action to set into motion the coming of our new tomorrow and its tomorrow and that one's tomorrow? Shotgun loaded hand on the pump and no matter who you damage you're still a false prophet, but we drink chocolate milk and then we get muscles and smash down the droves with fists like hammers and then we pump the fists in the air for victory. I be the prophet of the doom that is you. You are the mess in messiah. ↗

— Adam Levin

#tomorrow #tomorrows #love

He knows that kind of love. It is what he feels for Gallicina. It is the world reformed, made new, each time the lover sees the beloved's face. It is the miracle which makes the cosmos dance, which keeps the planets in their courses, which fuels the fire of the stars. It is salvation. ↗

— Susan Palwick

#love #love

I don't know when the boys began to walk away with parts of myself in their sticky hands; when loving became a process of subtraction. Or why, having given up what seems so much, I'm willing to lose even more — erasing all this body's known, relearning it with you. ↗

— Melissa Stein

#love #reinvention #trauma #love

Manchmal lieben wir nur mit der Hoffnung. Manchmal weinen wir mit allem ausser Tränen. Und am Ende bleiben nur: Liebe und ihre Pflicht, Trauer und ihre Wahrheit. Am Ende haben wir nichts anderes - nichts anderes, woran wir uns festhalten können, bis der Morgen dämmert. ↗

— Gregory David Roberts

#love #love

We do not see the world through a window, but through a mirror. Everything we discern is comparatively held to the vision with which we see ourselves. ↗

— LeeAnn Taylor

#hope #humanity #light #love #people

When it was real it wasn’t funny. When you touched someone, they were always with you. When his mouth was on mine, we held the same breath in the same moment, and when he was naked, his body was covered in tiny black hairs that stuck to my clothes even after I washed them. He had sowly become a part of me and when he was cruel, or cold, or acted like we couldn’t go on like this anymore it felt like he was ripping my limbs off, one at a time. ↗

— Alison Espach

#relationshops #funny

Of necessity she went further in aversion than she had gone in love, for her hatred was not in proportion to her love but to her disappointed hopes. ↗

— Honoré de Balzac

#hope #hopelessnes #love #love