#les

William Shakespeare: Can you love a fool? Viola De Lesseps: Can you love a player? ↗

— Marc Norman

#viola-de-lesseps #william-shakespeare #love

The language itself, whether you speak it or not, whether you love it or hate it, is like some bewitchment or seduction from the past, drifting across the country down the centuries, subtly affecting the nations sensibilities even when its meaning is forgotten. ↗

— Jan Morris

#wales #love

With every step I took away from her, the movement at my heart and between my legs grew more defined: I felt like a ventriloquist, locking his protesting dolls in to a trunk. ↗

— Sarah Waters

#lesbian #unrequited-love #love

Our love had begun in folly, and ended in madness! ↗

— Charles Dickens

#love #madness #love

Bloom of adulthood. Try a whiff of that. On your back in the dark you remember. Ah you remember. Cloudless May day. She joins you in the little summerhouse. Entirely of logs. Both larch and fir. Six feet across. Eight from floor to vertex. Area twenty-four square feet to the furthest decimal. Two small multicoloured lights vis-a-vis. Small stained diamond panes. Under each a ledge. There on summer Sundays after his midday meal your father loved to retreat with Punch and a cushion. The waist of his trousers unbuttoned he sat on the one ledge and turned the pages. You on the other your feet dangling. When he chuckled you tried to chuckle too. When his chuckle died yours too. That you should try to imitate his chuckle pleased and amused him greatly and sometimes he would chuckle for no other reason than to hear you try to chuckle too. Sometimes you turn your head and look out through a rose-red pane. You press your little nose against the pane and all without is rosy. The years have flown and there at the same place as then you sit in the bloom of adulthood bathed in rainbow light gazing before you. She is late. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#childhood #relentlessness #love

You've just got to accept that your first love is your greatest, and everything else is going to be second-best. But second-best is better than nothing at all. ↗

— Amy Plum

#love

Imagine going to work every day to do only and exactly what you love!! All the work gets done because of the abundant diversity of your team. Different skills, interests and talents are woven together into a whole that is much greater than the sum of the parts! ↗

— Denise Moreland

#business #change #conversation #culture #employees

Think about what he likes and what he's interested in. Something personal is always better than something expensive. ↗

— Tamara Summers

#love #love

In the Presence of Love...there are Miracles...Live Love, Give Love and Miracle will follow Miracle and wonders will never cease. ↗

— Deborah Brooks

#an-invitation-to-love #author #daddy #deborah-brooks #deborahbrooks-com

Her gaze follows my every move. I think she can feel something is weird but hasn’t put her finger on it yet. Maybe she’s seen my fangs and written them off as gimmick. I fucking love gimmicks. They’re so convenient to hide behind. ↗

— Carrie Clevenger

#xan-marcelles #love