#letters

I get letters every year from women who think Valentine's Day is an empty exercise, but are ironically pretty exercised when their boyfriends neglect or forget it. ↗

— Dan Savage

#empty #every #exercise #exercised #forget

The letters from jail are always disconcerting. ↗

— Eliza Dushku

#disconcerting #jail #letters

Out all of these zillions of letters, one of the first ones that came was, as it turned out from Johnny Carson within the last five or six weeks of his life. I had worked with him. He lost a son who had worked for me. ↗

— Dick Ebersol

#carson #first #five #had #him

The man of science, like the man of letters, is too apt to view mankind only in the abstract, selecting in his consideration only a single side of our complex and many-sided being. ↗

— James G. Frazer

#apt #being #complex #consideration #his

Relying on God has to begin all over again every day as if nothing had yet been done. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#rely #letters

I started getting letters from college in the tenth grade. ↗

— James Worthy

#getting #grade #i #letters #started

I've never had a love letter before. Not from anyone. It is a most wonderful thing to receive. I realise that it makes a present to me of your life, not just your love. ↗

— Anthony McDonald

#love #life

If a man loves you he’s not going to ask you to give up the things you love. ↗

— Geraldine Solon

#love-letters #relationships #love

Dear Beloved woman, Time… so much time has passed since my love wrote his last words for me. And yet I remember it as if it were yesterday. I remember writing back and for the first time since I had left home I told my love what kind of darkness surrounded me here. I forgot all the sweet things my father had said to my mother when he was away. I forgot how they got her through all those long and lonely nights. ↗

— Talon P.S.

#dear-john #letters #soldiers #war #love

First Lieutenant Jimmy Cross carried letters from a girl named Martha, a junior at Mount Sebastian College in New Jersey. They were not love letters, but Lieutenant Cross was hoping, so he kept them folded in plastic at the bottom of his rusack. In the late afternoon, after a day's march, he would dig his foxhole, wash his hands under a canteen, unwrap the letters, hold them with the tips of his fingers, and spend the last hour of light pretending. ↗

— Tim O'Brien

#love #war #love