#k

If you love the life very much, you will see that everything will be shining, everything will be sparkling! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#love

...yes, I wrote that for you, who can't sort out lie from lay no matter how often I explain it - crayons and perfume - you still don't get it ... ↗

— John Geddes

#lack-of-understanding #love #perfume #poetry #love

A person without her or his own truth ain't a person at all, Ida said. Anybody who tells you different—is a jackass, and no longer deserves to be called human being. ↗

— Tom Spanbauer

#self-knowledge #unorthodoxy #γνῶθι-σεαυτόν #love

But you still need the two: the dark and the light. You can't see one without the other. ↗

— Julia Green

#life #light #love #love

Yeah, great at the physical level level, but I still need more. Sorry. Maybe someday I'll accidentally fall in love with you after all, and we'll be right back here. ↗

— Robin Brande

#love #love

And I know, when things look the worst is when something new and wonderful is about to happen, if we can just hold on. ↗

— Suzanne Elizabeth Anderson

#positive-thinking #inspirational

She also keeps talking about the Billie Holiday record she bought for me. And she says she wants to expose me to all these great things. And to tell you the truth, I don't really want to be exposed to all these great things if it means that I'll have to listen to Mary Elizabeth talk about all the great things she exposed me to all the time. It almost feels like of the three things involved: Mary Elizabeth, me, and the great things, only the first one matters to Mary Elizabeth. I don't understand that. I would give someone a record so they could love the record, not so they would always know that I gave it to them. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#gifts #histrionic-people #kindness #love #obnoxious-people

Francisco l'attrasse a sé e le cercò le labbra. Fu un bacio casto, tiepido, lieve tuttavia ebbe l'effetto di una scossa tellurica nei loro sensi. Entrambi percepirono la pelle dell'altro prima mai così precisa e vicina, la pressione delle loro mani, l'intimità di un contatto anelato fin dagli inizi del tempo. Li invase un calore palpitante nelle ossa nelle vene nell'anima, qualcosa che non conoscevano o che avevano del tutto scordato, perché la memoria della carne è fragile. Tutto scomparve intorno ed ebbero coscienza solo delle labbra unite che prendevano e ricevevano. ↗

— Isabel Allende

#love #lovers #sex #love

Mocho was a Spanish word that meant maimed or referred to something that had been lopped off like a stump. To call Homer el mocho was, essentially, to call him "Stumpy" or "the maimed one." It doesn't sound particularly flattering, but among Spanish speakers the giving of nicknames is tantamount to a declaration of love. Things that would sound insulting outright in English were tokens of deep affection when said in Spanish. ↗

— Gwen Cooper

#english #language #nicknames #spanish #love

Is that so? He who lives in the mountains years for the city, and the city-dweller would rather live in the mountains," the Abbot chuckled, "and nothing is ever to one's liking... ↗

— Eiji Yoshikawa

#the-heike-story #love