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I like Kindness it's something the Government can't tax and it's free to give away that will return to you some day ↗

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

#kindness #love #peace #love

And thus Bacchus turned Phyllis into his slave. She had become the lovely slave girl, Briseis, whom Achilles took as a war prize & whom Achilles had to yield to Agamemnon, his boss. Just as Phyllis was the prize that Eros found & whom Eros had to yield to Bacchus,his boss.[MMT] ↗

— Nicholas Chong

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The throbbing engines of the ship and its relentless passage onwards through the sea brought back to us the ever urgency of moving Time, and then we knew that neither they nor we would would ever find again on earth such happiness and full content of mind as all we had known in the Children's Hospital at Belsen Camp when the Devil had been banished and Love crowned king. ↗

— Robert Collis

#children #love #love

I'm supposed to be the one that calls him back toward the Light. I am the Light to your Dark. You call to me as I call to you. I will always hold you dear. But, it was getting harder. I loved him and it's not as if I never knew it would be difficult loving a vampire. I just never knew the degree of difficulty it would entail. ↗

— Nicola Claire

#kindred-series #lucinda-monk #love

I sat down on the sofa, surrounded by years of coffee rings and sandwich stains. If the police ever did a DNA test on this sofa, it would be ninety per cent disappointment. ↗

— Danny Wallace

#love #mundane-reality #truth #love

Plouton’s eyes narrowed coldly, and he grinned because he counted the result of this conversation as a tremendous and absolute victory over his older brother. Abbadon never saw his younger brother as competition or even as an enemy, but Plouton hated his brother from the bottom of his heart. He was controlled and possessed by his own negative thoughts, that his father, King Apollyon, loved and trusted Abbadon more and that he disliked and rejected him. Plouton was jealous… very jealous. He raised his eyebrows and opened his silvery eyes as wide as they could go. Diabolic sparkles appeared in his eyes. He grinned again when he thought about the Titans, the cave, the iron chains, the vultures, and the unforgiving ocean at the Rock of Mukane. (Maradonia and the Gold of Ophir) ↗

— Gloria Tesch

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By almost every account he's a fine young man. I'm simply trying to figure out why I should care that he's three centimeters taller than he was in May. ↗

— John Burnham Schwartz

#empress #japan #love #schwartz #the-commoner

نسیم کی از پیچ و تاب موهای تو عبور کرده است که پنجره آرام نمی گیرد ↗

— مسعود پورهادی

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There are no saints either. We are immortal, but not so unlike the humans as you think. We have enemies, we have duties, we hate, we struggle, and we love. ↗

— Jessica Fortunato

#enemies #hate #human #immortal #love

Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other Is fed with the necessity of seeing each other It is concluded with the impossibility of separation. ↗

— Alisa Valdes

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