#loss

A meaningful relationship between two people cannot sustain itself only in the present tense. ↗

— Joshua Foer

#memory #memory-loss #art

I’m assuming you’re as mystified by this as the rest of us, Rasputin. No. I’m not. I have been planning to destroy the Breakworld since I was a child. [silence] This is why I don’t make so many jokes. I never know when is good. ↗

— Joss Whedon

#colossus #men

I've Got Him! You've got to keep at her. Forget all your training--she's fought you a thousand times." "Don't presume to run my team, you little tart-" (Colossus throws Emma at Danger) "Yes. I see how it works. Normally, I wouldn't have done that. ↗

— Joss Whedon

#colossus #emma-frost #shadowcat #men

It is good to know, no matter how long I am gone...you do not grow up too much. ↗

— Joss Whedon

#colossus #men

gyms would run out of business.. if love-making did more for your fitness than just the moans, groans, huffing and puffing... ↗

— The Fitness Doc

#fitness #sex #business

I often lose motivation, but it's something I accept as normal. ↗

— Bill Rodgers

#loss #motivation #normal #running #motivational

It was all he'd felt for too long to change now. Maybe it was too late for any other kind of life. This was all he knew. It was safe, insulated. Familiar. An absense of emotion kept him sane. Or what passed for it. ↗

— Virginia Brown

#reflection #change

It was one of those times you feel a sense of loss, even though you didn't have something in the first place. I guess that's what disappointment is- a sense of loss for something you never had. ↗

— Deb Caletti

#loss #nature

Losing you is most difficult for me, but the nature of my love for you is what matters. If it distorts into half-truth, then perhaps it is better not to love you. I must keep my mind but loose you. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#love #love

The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers, For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#loss #nature #solitude #nature