#love

Without direction, the respiratory technician goes to the head of the bed. She takes the tubing, attaches it to the oxygen, and turns it on as high as it will go. She provides a seal with her hand cupped over the plastic mask, over the nose and mouth of the toddler, and methodically provides oxygenated air. Doyle’s tiny chest rises and falls while I listen with my stethoscope. I am reaching for another breathing tube. “Fib!” Dr. Pedras feels for a pulse while another places gelled pads on her chest. ↗

— Ruth McLeod-Kearns

#doctor #drama #emergency-room #er #family

you still do love her & not me, not ever. You're just lonely and looking for someone to share it with. It hurts to realize that I'm not lonely like you, I still have my family with me, my friends are all over me and I have myself to know that I am loved and thought of by people who truly loves me no matter how strange I can become but still makes you my top of the list person I long to be with. It's crazy feeling to miss your touch, your smell, your breath, your body, your power over me while I keep myself all ready for you and not dare others who longs for what I long from you to touch me! ↗

— verloren

#unrequited-love #family

Isn't it strange that all life can pretty much end, but the universe goes on as it is? No one else exists, but the moon keeps shining and the stars keep falling. ↗

— Isabella Olivia Ellis

#love #stars #life

That's what dessert means to me: a dollop of sweet love in an otherwise cold world. ↗

— Sarah Strohmeyer

#life

When you're missing a peice of yourself, aching, gut wrenching emptiness begins to take over. Until you find the link that completes your very soul, the feeling will never go away. Most people find a way to fill this void, material possessions, a string of relationships, affairs, food...I bear my soul, with words, for all to see. ↗

— Jennifer Salaiz

#love #soulmate #writing #food

Because I’ve got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding," “Why are they all high-calorie foods? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #couple #cute #love #nicknames

I have made a lot of mistakes falling in love, and regretted most of them, but never the potatoes that went with them. ↗

— Nora Ephron

#humor #love #food

Hydrogenated and androgynous milky white love is all I have to offer you. Would you like me to pour it in your coffee, or directly into your soul?
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— Jarod Kintz

#androgynous #coffee #drink #food #generosity

It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom. Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart-knowledge; each renders one individual dependent for the food of his affections and spiritual life upon another; each leaves the passionate lover, or the no less passionate hater, forlorn and desolate by the withdrawal of his object. ↗

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

#heart #love #food

Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves; just as in the experiment, we need oxygen and a candle to help. In this case, the oxygen, for example, would come from the breath of the person you love; the candle could be any kind of food, music, caress, word, or sound that engenders the explosion that lights one of the matches. ↗

— Laura Esquivel

#passion #water-for-chocolate #experience