#last

Tell them I've had a wonderful life. ↗

— Ludwig Wittgenstein

#life

Even for the very clever it can be like breaking bones to stand back from something that’s been in front of you all your life. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#bosco #break #cale #clever #even

Your poor heart, in which God put appreciation for everlastingness, will not take electronic gadgets in lieu of eternal life. Something inside of you is too big for that, too terrible, too wonderful. God has set everlastingness in your heart. All the things of this world are here for but a moment and then are gone. None can satisfy the longing for that eternal ragging in the soul of every man. ↗

— A.W. Tozer

#dwelt #everlasting #everlastingness #fleeting #god

It was the time when they loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity. Life would still present them with other mortal trails, of course, but that no longer mattered: they were on the other shore. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#love #life

I love you. You are my heart beating outside of my chest. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#lover-at-last #quinn #love

As long as you remember the person who loved you, and whom you still love, then you're making love endure. ↗

— Guillaume Musso

#love

The only thing you're safe from is everyone and everything else. I can protect you from literally anything but myself. Pray that i don't love you, Juliette. I'm scared of what will happen to you if i do" - The Last Girl ↗

— Kitty Thomas

#kitty-thomas #the-last-girl #love

It's a good sign but rare instance when, in a relationship, you find that the more you learn about the other person, the more you continue to desire them. A sturdy bond delights in that degree of youthful intrigue. Love loves its youth. ↗

— Criss Jami

#continuous #continuous-improvement #delight #desire #fresh

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... Lover at Last, MS pg. 449 ↗

— J.R. Ward

#life

This week or last week, I don't really care about it anymore. I write myself this later, I tell myself you let me go. ↗

— Sara Quin

#don-t-really-care #if-it-was-you #last-week #love #monday-monday-monday