#mad

Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#changes #disappear #disappearance #literature #literature-quotes

Bad boys needed love too. Her boys weren't dangerous-just naughty. ↗

— Marie Hall

#her-mad-hatter #love

...A madeleine moment - a sound, a scent can incant her presence... ↗

— John Geddes

#proustian-madeleine #love

At its strongest and wildest and most authentic, love is a demon. It is a religion, a high-risk adventure, an act of heroism. Love is ecstasy and injury, transcendence and danger, altruism and excess. In many ways, it is a divine madness. ↗

— Cristina Nehring

#divine-madness #excess #love #passion #risk

Sally: 'We’re in India: think spirituality, positive energy -’ Katia: ‘Peace?’ Sally: ‘And love.’ Katia: ‘Karma.’ Sally: ‘Tantra! Actually, maybe not that. Sounds a bit tiring and we do have work to do. ↗

— Emma Jackson

#katia-bialogawski #made-up #sally-drake #love

We all have to get our hope from somewhere, and if getting lost between the pages of a deep book gives me hope, then I'll keep on getting lost, all the while hoping that one day I'll have a real love I can get lost in. Because it will happen, to each of us. One day we'll get so lost in love that we won't be able to find our way back out. ↗

— Emma Hart

#love #maddie #megan #the-love-game #love

Fuck me,” I whispered, giving him permission, taking him into my flesh, a soft invitation to madness. ↗

— Emme Rollins

#crazy-in-love #crazy-love #crazy-quotes #crazy-stupid-love #erotic-romance

I'm a spiritual person, she said. "I believe in Allah, you know, though I don't always call It 'Allah' and I pray the way I want to pray. Sometimes I just look out at the stars and this love-fear thing comes over me, you know? And sometimes I might sit in a Christian church listening to them talk about Isa with a book of Hafiz in my hands instead of the hymnal. And you know what, Yusef? Sometimes, every once in a while, I get out my old rug and I pray like Muhammad prayed. I never learned the shit in Arabic and my knees are uncovered, but if Allah has a problem with that then what kind of Allah do we believe in? ↗

— Michael Muhammad Knight

#church #hafiz #islam #liberalism #muslim

And he'd railed at her, his voice booming so loud the bed had seem to shake. "You canna do this - take my goddamned heart and then leave me! You think I will no' follow?" She knew he was constantly there, was aware of his movement and comprehended his words, but she couldn't seem to open her heavy eyelids or speak. At night, he would wrap his body around hers, keeping her warm, whispering against her hair, "You enjoy being contrary. Then prove them all wrong and get better." He'd clutched her hip, then balled his fist there. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#ethan-maccarrick #inspirational #love #maddy #romance

Perhaps love is a minor madness. And as with madness, it's unendurable alone. The one person who can relieve us is of course the sole person we cannot go to: the one we love. So instead we seek out allies, even among strangers and wives, fellow patients who, if they can't touch the edge of our particular sorrow, have felt something that cuts nearly as deep. ↗

— Andrew Sean Greer

#allies #existentialism #love #madness #pain