#life

seperti udara, aku mencintaimu, selalu terikat ruang. seperti cuaca, aku menyayangimu selalu terikat waktu. seperti hujan, aku membencimu, sewaktu-waktu. ↗

— Fahd Djibran

#love #life

Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrigated field, I felt myself blossom and grow with new vigor. He was the sun, and the tenderness he showed me was life-giving water. ↗

— Colleen Houck

#romance #life

Al was looking at me in disbelief. “Not your lover?” “No.” “But he is Rachel candy,” Al said, his confusion too honest to be faked. ↗

— Kim Harrison

#pierce #rachel-s-love-life #life

Do you want to be with Dave for the rest of your life?” Then he rips off a piece of paper and picks up the smallest charcoal stick from my set. He writes something. He passes it over to me. It says: Time will tell. “And while you’re waiting,” he says, “don’t settle for anything less than what you really want. ↗

— Susane Colasanti

#life #love #time #life

Chloe-lass: If I'm not here with you now, I'm beyond this life, for 'tis the only way I'll ever let you go. ... I hoped I loved you well, sweet, for I know even now that you are my brightest shining star. I knew it the moment I saw you. Ah, lass, you so adore your artifacts. This thief covets but one priceless treasure: You. Dageus -In a letter ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#dagues #karen-marie-moning #the-dark-highlander #life

Why kid ourselves, people have nothing to say to one another, they all talk about their own troubles and nothing else. Each man for himself, the earth for us all. They try to unload their unhappiness on someone else when making love, they do their damnedest, but it doesn't work, they keep it all, and then they start all over again, trying to find a place for it. "Your pretty, Mademoiselle," they say. And life takes hold of them again until the next time, and then they try the same little gimmick. "You're very pretty, Mademoiselle..." And in between they boast that they've succeeded in getting rid of their unhappiness, but everyone knows it's not true and they've simply kept it all to themselves. Since at the little game you get uglier and more repulsive as you grow older, you can't hope to hide your unhappiness, your bankruptcy, any longer. In the end your features are marked with that hideous grimace that takes twenty, thrity years or more to climb form your belly to your face. That's all a man is good for, that and no more, a grimace that he takes a whole lifetime to compose. The grimace a man would need to express his true soul without losing any of it is so heavy and complicated that he doesn't always succeed in completing it. ↗

— Louis-Ferdinand Céline

#life

I don't care how wonderful heaven is, I won't be content waiting thirty years for you. ↗

— Jason F. Wright

#love-heaven #waiting #life

The world is very lovely, and it's very horrible--and it doesn't care about your life or mine or anything else. ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

#life #the-world #life

People who talk about revolution and class struggle without referring explicitly to everyday life, without understanding what is subversive about love and what is positive in the refusal of constraints, such people have a corpse in their mouth ↗

— Raoul Vaneigem

#situationist-international #the-revolution-of-everyday-life #life

O child of God, be more careful to keep the way of the Lord, more concentrated in heart in seeking His glory, and you will see the loving-kindness and the tender mercy of the Lord in your life. ↗

— Charles H. Spurgeon

#mercy #life