#ions

Love is the hero of all emotions. My love for you is a superhero, and it looks great hidden behind a mask. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny #hero #humor #love #age

She asked if I loved another woman, so I answered honestly and said, “Dinner was great, but I could go for dessert.”
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— Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#food #funny #honesty #humor #love

Trust is to human relationships what faith is to gospel living. It is the beginning place, the foundation upon which more can be built. Where trust is, love can flourish. ↗

— Barbara Smith

#beginning #built #faith #flourish #foundation

Love is inaudible—until you hear it. And once you do, you’ll never forget the sound of her voice.
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— Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#forget #hear #inaudible #listen #love

I'm not ancient, darling. I'm only fifty. And when it comes to sex a woman of fifty can often outlast a man half her age. ↗

— Barbara Taylor Bradford

#age

When I was your age, if a boy behaved badly, one simply scored his name out from one's dance card. (Sadie Lancaster - to Lara Lington) ↗

— Sophie Kinsella

#age

You know what that reflects? Unsatisfied lives. Unfulfilled lives. Lives that haven't found meaning . Because if you've found meaning in your life, you don't want to go back. You want to go forward. You want to see more, do more. You can't wait until sixty-five. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#aging #inspirational #life #reflections #age

Betsy hadn't had sex, actual; sex-sex, full sex, in two hundred and fifty-three days. She decided on her thirty-seventh birthday that she wouldn't sleep with anyone unless it was in the context of a committed relationship which had some sort of future, and she was only gradually coming to the realization of what happens when a woman her age makes a decision like that: she never has sex again. ↗

— Sarah Dunn

#single-women #age

There is no finer sensations in life that which comes with victory over one's self. Go forward to a goal of inward achievement, brushing aside all your old internal enemies as you advance. ↗

— Vash Young

#advance #aside #brushing #comes #finer

Voting, we might even say, is the next to last refuge of the politically impotent. The last refuge is, of course, giving your opinion to a pollster, who will get a version of it through a desiccated question, and then will submerge it in a Niagara of similar opinions, and convert them into--what else?--another piece of news. Thus we have here a great loop of impotence: The news elicits from you a variety of opinions about which you can do nothing except to offer them as more news, about which you can do nothing. ↗

— Neil Postman

#elections #irrelevance #media #nate-silver #news