#love

Love me in actions, not in words. ↗

— Dee Dee M. Scott

#poetry #love

A perfect man would never act from a sense of duty; he’d always want the right thing more than the wrong one. Duty is only a substitute for love (of God and of other people) like a crutch which is a substitute for a leg. Most of us need the crutch at times; but of course it is idiotic to use the crutch when our own legs (our own loves, tastes, habits etc.) can do the journey on their own. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#duty #love #perfect-man #love

Love was generous precisely because it could never be immortal. ↗

— Peter S. Beagle

#mortality #love

Lo tocó murmurando la letra, con el violín bañado en lágrimas, y con una inspiración tan intensa que a los primeros compases empezaron a ladrar los perros de la calle, y luego los de la ciudad, pero después se fueron callando poco a poco por el hechizo de la música, y el valse terminó con un silencio sobrenatural. El balcón no se abrió, ni nadie se asomó a la calle, ni siquiera el sereno que casi siempre acudía con su candil tratando de medrar con las migajas de las serenatas. El acto fue un conjuro de alivio para Florentino Ariza, pues cuando guardó el violin en el estuche y se alejó por las calles muertas sin mirar hacia atrás, no sentía ya que iba la mañana siguinte, sino que se había ido desde hacía muchos años con la disposición irrevocable de no volver jamás. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

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My heart is schizophrenic. ↗

— Lesley Anne Cowan

#heart #love #love

Besides, all my New York friends were in the negative, nightmare position of putting down society and giving their tired bookish or political or psychoanalytical reasons, but Dean just raced in society, eager for bread and love. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

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And in the act of making things, just by living their daily lives, they also make history. Knitting is clothing made in spare moments, or round the fire, whenever women gathered together... It's something to celebrate-clothes made in love and service, something women have always done. ↗

— Anne Bartlett

#knitting #women #love

I didn't used to be like this. I didn't believe in love and romance and swooning. My default setting was bitch ↗

— Elizabeth Norris

#thoughts-of-the-mind #love

A strange, warm feeling swirled in my chest, and for a brief moment, when I looked at him, I saw...safety ↗

— Richelle Mead

#heartwarming #love #love

The pain started years ago, but I'd lived with it for so long at that point that I'd accepted it as an inevitable part of me. ↗

— Ashley D. Wallis

#lost-love #love