#in

Because I'm moved in writing to be irrepressible. Writing to you seems like some holy cause, cause there's not enough female irrepressibility written down. I've fused my silence and repression with the entire female gender's silence and repression. I think the sheer fact of women talking, being, paradoxical, inexplicable, flip, self-destructive but above all else public is the most revolutionary thing in the world. ↗

— Chris Kraus

#female #human #inspirational #revolutionary #inspirational

My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don’t talk of our separation again: it is impracticable; . . . ↗

— Emily Brontë

#inspirational

Living aboard one's sailboat and having neither house nor vehicle nor job, and needing none, would be hubris—the most arrogant presumption—and therefore suitable punishable by the gods. One would be drowned by Poseidon early on and die extremely happy. ↗

— Matthew Goldman

#love

Unfortunately, loving someone doesn't obligate them to love you back ↗

— J. Matthew Nespoli

#falling-in-love #love #loving #love

When my mother died and left me all alone, I began to realize that some things, like being loved, were more important than one's image, money, and accomplishments. ↗

— J. Matthew Nespoli

#being-loved #image #importance-of-love #love #money

LOVE is the most incendiary element ever known, once it sparks the heart, the flame is inextinguishable. ↗

— H.S. Rissam

#cardiac-surgeon #cardiologist #echocardiolography #fiction #fiction-novel

how long is forever when you can stop the time for a while to see...the sunrise? ↗

— Haidji

#ebook #goodread #haidji #lide-into-mist #life

There pass the careless people That call their souls their own: Here by the road I loiter, How idle and alone. Ah, past the plunge of plummet, In seas I cannot sound, My heart and soul and senses, World without end, are drowned. His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away. There flowers no balm to sain him From east of earth to west That's lost for everlasting The heart out of his breast. Here by the labouring highway With empty hands I stroll: Sea-deep, till doomsday morning, Lie lost my heart and soul. ↗

— A.E. Housman

#heartbreak #loneliness #love #world-without-end #love

You are, however, surprisingly light of touch.” “Pardon?” “The way you’re holding my hand. I always thought you’d be more of a mauler. Like a diseased wolf chewing the knuckles off me fist.” “That’s very nice.” “Not really.” “I was being sarcastic.” “Oh. I see. Where are we? ↗

— G.A. Aiken

#humor #love

Then your tail will divide and shrink until it becomes what the people on earth call a pair of shapely legs. But it will hurt; it will feel as if a sharp sword slashed through you. Everyone who sees you will say that you are the most graceful human being they have ever laid eyes on, for you will keep your gliding movement and no dancer will be able to tread as lightly as you. But every step you take will feel as if you were treading upon knife blades so sharp that blood must flow. I am willing to help you, but are you willing to suffer all this?" "Yes," the little mermaid said in a trembling voice, as she thought of the Prince and of gaining a human soul. ↗

— Hans Christian Andersen

#love #pain #witch #love