#love

Love is the key to the mystery. Love by its very nature is not selfish, but generous. It seeks not its own, but the good of others. The measure of love is not the pleasure it gives-that is the way the world judges it-but the joy and peace it can purchase for others. ↗

— Fulton J. Sheen

#sacrifice #self-giving #love

Love is only a feeling of curiousity more or less intense, grafted upon the inclination placed in us by nature that the species may be preserved. ↗

— Giacomo Casanova

#love

All men love to talk about themselves, even the ones who are completely buggers. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#chimera #love

So you see, the most vital question then becomes, what type of woman will conquer our hero? If she be of poor quality, he’ll become a slave. But if she be great, then her greatness will elevate the man to greater heights than he could ever have attained on his own. ↗

— Bryan M. Litfin

#love #men #women #love

All I can think is that I want her more than anything. I want her more than I've ever wanted anything, ever. ↗

— Angela Johnson

#love #relationships #love

With so much reading ahead of you, the temptation might be to speed up. But in fact it’s essential to slow down and read every word. Because one important thing that can be learned by reading slowly is the seemingly obvious but oddly underappreciated fact that language is the medium we use in much the same way a composer uses notes, the way a painter uses paint. I realize it may seem obvious, but it’s surprising how easily we lose sight of the fact that words are the raw material out of which literature is crafted. ↗

— Francine Prose

#love

You turn the light on, you get all kinds of bugs. ↗

— Rob Bell

#hell #religion #spirtuality #love

If I go to hell for this—” “I’ll be there as well. I’ll dance with you,” he promised. ↗

— Lorraine Heath

#love #love

Maybe love was a woman feeding him pancakes. Maybe it was someone sitting across from him sipping orange juice just to please him. ↗

— Christine Feehan

#pancakes #love

Tienes que oír mi amor con su voz, tocarlo en su carne, aceptarlo como es, desnudo y libre. ↗