#lila

An evolutionary morality argues that The North was right in pursuing that war because a nation is a higher form of evolution than a human body and the principle of human equality is an even higher form than a nation ↗

— Robert M. Pirsig

#equality

I believe in fate because Spencer is in my life. He's saved me more times than he knows, just by being there. ↗

— Ella Fox

#family

This book is long over-due. It’s a “Manhood Manual” making a clarion call for all men to transcend every trial, tribulation, or past hurt, and take their rightful place as the head of every household. This is a blue print for becoming what every wife desires and son will emulate—a man who’s strong as steel and smooth as velvet. ↗

— Dr. Walt Kasmir

#from-the-hands-of-delilah #love-hurts #mo-stegall #relationships #family

What? Get tired of the way he looks at me as if I'm his entire life? Get over the fact that for the first time ever, someone wants me for me? That the man somehow actually enjoys making me happy?" Jade stared at her. "The ice cream..." "I'll buy a lifetime supply of ice cream. Hell, I'll even pretend he's right some of the time... it's worth it. He's worth it. And you know what? So am I. ↗

— Jill Shalvis

#lilah-young #life

The lilac branches are bowed under the weight of the flowers: blooming is hard, and the most important thing is - to bloom. (“A Story About The Most Important Thing”) ↗

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

#flower #life #lilac #life

I felt his other hand sear hot against my cheek. He bent his head, and in a voice that Jack couldn’t hear, said, “When you came down the stairs, and fell into me, that was the moment.” Then his lips pressed against mine. ↗

— Sarah Alderson

#lila #love #love

I've always been able to see you," I say. "It's a rather lovely view. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#oliver #love

Holding up an oil-paper umbrella, I loiter aimlessly in the long, long And lonely rainy alley, I hope to encounter A lilac-like girl Nursing her resentment A lilac-like color she has A lilac-like fragrance, A lilac-like sadness, Melancholy in the rain, Sorrowful and uncertain; She loiters aimlessly in this lonely rainy alley Holding up an oil-paper umbrella Just like me And just like me Walks silently, Apathetic, sad and disconsolate Silently she moves closer Moves closer and casts A sigh-like glance She glides by Like a dream Hazy and confused like a dream As in a dream she glides past Like a lilac spray, This girl glides past beside me; She silently moves away, moves away Up to the broken-down bamboo fence, To the end of the rainy alley. In the rains sad song, Her color vanishes Her fragrance diffuses, Even her Sigh-like glance, Lilac-like discontent Vanish. Holding up an oil-paper umbrella, alone Aimlessly walking in the long, long And lonely rainy alley, I wish for A lilac-like girl Nursing her resentment glide by. ↗

— Dai Wangshu

#poem #rain #rain-alley #umbrella #dreams

I’m here Corinne. I’m here waiting for you to realize that helping you, listening to you, sitting in silence with you, holding you while you cry, kissing you until you can’t think straight—I’m honored to be the one who does those things for you. I’m privileged to hear the words ‘I love you’ from your mouth and have them directed at me. But if you don’t need me, then you don’t need me. So this is me telling you that if you find that you do need me, want me, whatever, it’s your turn. Come find me. I love you. And not just today or tomorrow—I will love you always. ↗

— Lila Felix

#lila-felix #love #love

When I said I had no choice about helping you, I meant it. There was no other option because you are the only option. I don't trust anything at the moment. But the one thing I am sure of, the one thing I do trust..." he paused for a fraction of a second, "is the way I feel about you. ↗

— Sarah Alderson

#hunting-lila #alex