#lea

You look like trouble. When I was growing up, my mother used to tell me to never trust a redhead. ↗

— Tarryn Fisher

#leah #love

It is true, Monsieur," Raoule went on, shrugging her shoulders, "that I have had lovers in my life as I have books in my library, to know, to study. But I have had no passion, I have not written my own book yet! I always found myself alone when we were two. One is not weak when one remains master of one's self in the midst of the most stupefying pleasures. ↗

— Rachilde

#lust #passion #pleasure #life

Lead is to lead as follow is to follow. And lead is to lead as a type of metal is to a type of metal. Which brings me to my point: To love is to lead with your heart, while allowing your ego to sink like lead.
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— Jarod Kintz

#ego #follow #heart #lead #love

If hot food is they key to maintaining an expedition's stamina, then low grade gut-rot alcohol is the key to sustaining its sense of pleasure. ↗

— Tahir Shah

#alcohol #expedition #food #journey #pleasure

Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. ↗

— Marianne Williamson

#fear #learning #love #love

As you have seen the treachery of love because of me, I have seen my cruelty because of you. But you learned mercy from me, and from you I learned resilience. As you came to understand me enough to know the value I placed on selfless love, I understand your nature better. ↗

— D. Morgenstern

#learning-from-mistakes #love #relationships #understanding-oneself-and-others #love

The main question to a novel is -- did it amuse? were you surprised at dinner coming so soon? did you mistake eleven for ten? were you too late to dress? and did you sit up beyond the usual hour? If a novel produces these effects, it is good; if it does not -- story, language, love, scandal itself cannot save it. It is only meant to please; and it must do that or it does nothing. ↗

— Sydney Smith

#enjoyment #novels #pleasure #writing #love

Well, good afternoon, sunshine. How are you feeling?" "Like something the cat dragged in, then dragged back outside to leave in the rain, and mud, then the lightning hit it, and burned it, and the cat came back to tear it into pieces, before burying it. ↗

— Kimberly Montague

#bastard #betrayal #brother #car #cars

There are no lessons to be learned from the past. This is the first thing I learned from it. There is nothing back then that there isn't here now. There is nothing here now - nothing that matters - that wasn't back then. What matters. Are you a good person? Do you have any love in your heart? What would you do in a given circumstance? It all comes down to something like that. ↗

— Tom Lichtenberg

#learning-from-history #past #what-matters #love

It was there, in particular, that I confirmed the truth that love, which we cry up as the source of our pleasures, is nothing more than an excuse for them. ↗

— Pierre Choderlos de Laclos

#love #pleasure #love