#is

Meskipun raga kita berjarak, namun hati kita selalu bersama. Hatiku dan hatimu tak berjarak. ↗

— Hilda Nurina Sabikah

#love #romance #love

A person is an entity of a sort to which the only proper and adequate way to relate is love ↗

— John Paul II

#person #personalism #philosophy #love

The forest is only waiting for their signal to start trembling, hissing, and roaring from its depths. An enormous, love-maddened, unlighted railway station, full to bursting. Whole trees bristling with living noise makers, mutilated erections, horror. ↗

— Louis-Ferdinand Céline

#love #noise #trees #love

...we can never attain a maximum love of God with only a minimum knowledge of God ↗

— Frank J. Sheed

#theology #love

Five seconds, and my body's humming. I go half-man, half-machine, and my thoughts go straight to touching her more, to how far I want to go, how far she might want to go, and damn, I start to hurt. No amount of music or hard work will fix this. My body's a beast. A beast that's been held back too long. ↗

— Susan Vaught

#desire #in-love #kissing #love #love

No I'm going to hold you anyway And I'll do it without shaking Yes I'll love you always And I'll do it without aching Yes I'd give you anything Yes I'd give you anything I gave you everything ↗

— Tegan Quin

#tegan-and-sara #tegan-quin #this-is-everything #love

It’s well to have such a comfortable assurance regarding the worth of those we love. I only wish you may not find your confidence misplaced. ↗

— Anne Brontë

#confidence #misplace #love

Trotsky was so much an intellectual that in the final analysis, Marxism was not quite enough for him. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#leon-trotsky #marxism #trotskyism #love

Back on the ferry, I sip some vodka on the rocks and have a chat with God. Me: (desperately) What the *&%$# am I going to do? God: Me: (surprised) Really? After all those Sundays of being a back up singer for Jesus, you got nothing to say? God: Me: (humbly) Help me out here. ↗

— Lexis De Rothschild

#lexis-de-rothschild #novella #sailing #love

My only excuse is that I have no reputation myself, and I am thereby well aware of its ephemeral value. Reputation is worthless. Sebastian Bonnington's love letter to Esme Rawlings ↗

— Eloisa James

#love