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Remember my words, I may again return, I love you, I depart from materials, I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#love

Her jaw dropped. She grabbed him by the shoulders. “I think I have formed an attachment to you. You know, what the English call a desire to have symphonic concerts with someone at all hours of the day?” He smiled. “And I love you too, darling.” -Lizzy and Will ↗

— Sherry Thomas

#lizzy #sherry-thomas #will #love

and it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved although always in the hope of finding something that resembled love but without the problems of love. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#love

Hard to love thy enemies before dismantle their weaponry. ↗

— Toba Beta

#love-thy-enemies #weaponry #love

Maybe Leland would appear there by chance in the morning his chin freshly shaved against his stiff new collar and upon seeing his love in such duress would spring into action. Maybe he would even carry her out like a princess in a bedtime story. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#love #princess #love

but all other things shall fade away, while love stands alone and still holds sway. all other things shall fade away, into the ground, into the grey. ↗

— thrice

#lovers #love

The last thing I heard before falling asleep was, "Everything is okay now." No matter how much I wanted to believe Stellan, I knew he was terribly wrong. ↗

— Markelle Grabo

#elves #love #wrong #love

Near the end of Love's Labor, Eva Feder Kittay (1999, 154) writes that a fundamental aspect of a just society is related to the conditions and limits of mothering. In a just society, women with disabilities can mother because there is adequate emotional and material support for them to do so, and given a context of support and approval to reproduce, they can also choose not to bear children. In a just society, mothers of children with disability can mother, and they, their children, and other needed caregivers will be adequately supported." (15) ↗

— Cynthia Lewiecki-Wilson and Jen Cellio

#motherhood #love

The more righteous God appeared, the more resentful I became. ↗

— Joni Eareckson Tada

#sin #love

Love and hate are so confused in your savage minds and the vibrations of the one are so very like those of the other that I can't always distinguish. You see, we neither love nor hate in my world. We simply have hobbies. ↗

— Gore Vidal

#humanity #love #love