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He made the world to be a grassy road Before her wandering feet. ↗

— W. B. Yeates

#the-rose-of-the-world #wandering #love

Some people simply seem to know how to live. They know when to seize the day, when to go with the flow, and when to row for dear life. ↗

— Nel Newman

#living #friendship

When you truly start to care about someone you become vulnerable to all sorts of things. ↗

— Neal Shusterman

#love

I hate not talking to you, I hate not bickering like we're an old married couple and I hate not spending every day right next to you. -- Chase ↗

— Molly McAdams

#love

Will, not force is the basis of friendship or any human relation. ↗

— Krishmano

#friendship

The door to Blay's room opened wide without a knock, a hello, a hey-are-you-decent. Qhuinn stood in between the jambs, breathing hard, like he’d run down the hall of statues. Sh**, had Layla lost the pregnancy after all? Those mismatched eyes searched around. “You by yourself?” Why the hell would— Oh, Saxton. Right. “Yes—” The male took three strides forward, reached up . . . and kissed the ever-loving crap out of Blay. The kiss was the kind that you remembered all your life, the connection forged with such totality that everything from the feel of the body against your own, to the warm slid of another’s lips on yours, to the power as well as the control, was etched into your mind... ↗

— J.R. Ward

#life

Unless we include a job as part of every citizen's right to autonomy and personal fulfillment, women will continue to be vulnerable to someone else's idea of what need is. ↗

— Gloria Steinem

#citizen #continue #else #every #fulfillment

When you are drowned by your sorry state, and you feel as if you are carried away from the road that leads to your desires, you should know that you are the one responsible for being led away from the right path. ↗

— Stephen Richards

#mind-body-spirit #mind-power #money #motivational #new-age

Knowing somebody well really only means you've gotten so close to them that the lines in their personality separating good from bad are too blurred for you to even try to judge them anymore. Some people also call that love. ↗

— Jaime Pressly

#love

His thumb went back and forth over the satin, as if he were rubbing her hip as he had when they’d been together, and he moved his leg over so that it was on top of the skirting. It wasn’t the same, though. There was no body underneath, and the fabric smelled like lemons, not her skin. And he was, after all, alone in this room that was not theirs. “God, I miss you,” he said in a voice that cracked. “Every night. Every day… ↗

— J.R. Ward

#loss #love #love