#love

As long as a self is driven by an id to a Thou, it is not a matter of love, either. In love the self is not driven by the id, but rather the self chooses the Thou. ↗

— Viktor E. Frankl

#id #love #self #love

You and me,” he echoed, tilting my face up to his. I stared back into his eyes. They were clear of sleep and nightmares now. “Always.” I told him, my lips curving into a smile. That had been his line once, now it was mine. “Always,” Balik murmured against my jawbone the words grazing my skin as I arched my neck backwards. “You and me, always.” His whisper mingled with the kisses he brushed along my throat. I closed my eyes and drifted away with him. ↗

— Melanie Cusick-Jones

#love #love

You shall Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your strength." ~ Deuteronomy 6:5 ↗

— Anonymous

#heart #love #soul #strength #the-holy-bible

Dogs have more love than integrity. They've been true to us, yes, but they haven't been true to themselves. ↗

— Clarence Day

#integrity #love #love

I wanted to shout myself into his ear. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#love

Tutt'intorno a noi scorreva la città di Roma, splendida nella sua indifferenza, eternamente sicura di sé, felice di prendersi i nostri soldi e posare per una foto, ma senza avere alla fin fine bisogno di niente e di nessuno. ↗

— Gary Shteyngart

#città #italia #italy #lazio #roma

In love! She wafted through her day like a woman with a concussion. ↗

— Junot Díaz

#love #love

The years I have squandered in puerile excitement, in going hither and thither, in seeking to force nature and time, I ought to have spent in solitude and meditation, in endeavoring to make myself worthy of being loved. ↗

— Théophile Gautier

#love #patience #wisdom #love

Le Corbusier was the sort of relentlessly rational intellectual that only France loves wholeheartedly, the logician who flies higher and higher in ever-decreasing concentric circles until, with one last, utterly inevitable induction, he disappears up his own fundamental aperture and emerges in the fourth dimension as a needle-thin umber bird. ↗

— Tom Wolfe

#love

Oooh, dinner and a show! How come you never take us to dinner and a show?" He smiled at Roxy. "I would spend the entire evening fending off the hordes of your admirers." She fanned herself and grinned back at him. "You gotta love all that suave debonairness! ↗

— Katie MacAlister

#comedy #debonair #entertainment #suave #love