#love

Your greatest path of influence is love. ↗

— Mollie Marti

#kindness #love #presence #truth #love

A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs. ↗

— James Joyce

#love

I love to move like a mouse inside this puzzle for the body, balancing the wish to be lost with the need to be found. ↗

— Billy Collins

#poetry #love

Love is like trying to wrestle an albino. It’s tough because they’re slippery and all lubed up with sunscreen.
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— Jarod Kintz

#albino #love #lube #slip #slippery

...and her dreams that didn't happen, that couldn't have happened because she'd pinned them on somebody too broken and unattainable to love her back. ↗

— Janette Rallison

#hopelessness #unrequited-love #dreams

She seemed dressed in all of me, stretched across my shame. All the torment and the pain leaked through and covered me. I'd do anything to have her to myself. Just to have her for myself Now I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sane. She is everything to me. The unrequited dream A song that no one sings. The unattainable, Shes a myth that I have to believe in All I need to make it real is one more reason I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad. ↗

— Slipknot

#pain #shame #torment #dreams

And the Top spoke no more of his old love; for that dies away when the beloved objects has lain for five years in a roof gutter and got wet through; yes, one does not know her again when one meets her in the dust box. ↗

— Hans Christian Andersen

#love

Cada regresso teu fazia-me acreditar que afinal nunca te tinhas ido embora, que o tempo é a coisas mais relativa do mundo e que não é a distância que afasta as pessoas quando nasceram para se encontrar. ↗

— Margarida Rebelo Pinto

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why love what u cannot have but have what you do not love? ↗

— caitlin anderson

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Mr. O'Donnell was at the library counter, performing the sort of grim rituals librarians perform with index cards and stumpy pencils and those rubber stamps with columns of rotating numbers. "Ms. Auerbach! What will it be today? Camus? Cervantes?" "Actually I'm looking for a book of poetry by Emily Dickinson" He paused somberly, toying with the twirled tip of his mustache. No matter how seriously librarians are engaged in their work, they are always glad to be interrupted when the theme is books. It makes no difference to them how simple the search is or how behind on time either of you might be running - they consider all queries scrupulously. They love to have their knowledge tested. They lie in wait, they will not be rushed. ↗

— Hilary Thayer Hamann

#libraries #library #love