#mar

FALLING STARS: Do you remember still the falling stars that like swift horses through the heavens raced and suddenly leaped across the hurdles of our wishes -- do you recall? And we did make so many! For there were countless numbers of stars: each time we looked above we were astounded by the swiftness of their daring play, while in our hearts we felt safe and secure watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate, knowing somehow we had survived their fall. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#rainer-maria-rilke #security

Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who'll give you a little love, a little affection, a little tenderness? It means you're in the wrong house, that's what it means. ↗

— Henny Youngman

#affection #come #do you know #give #home

I couldn‘t tell the difference between the two of you anymore!" he roared. I smashed my fist into his face. Lies roll off us. It‘s the truths we work hardest to silence. Then you weren‘t looking hard enough! I‘m the one with boobs!" I know you‘re the one with boobs!They‘re in my fucking face every fucking time I turn around! ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#bloodfever #karen-marie-moning #mac #different

The only difference between a suicide and a martyrdom really is the amount of press coverage. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#suicide #different

My feet is my only carriage. ↗

— Bob Marley

#continuous-improvement #no-woman-no-cry #woman

There are causes worth dying for, but none worth killing for. ↗

— Albert Camus

#pacifism #principles #war #die

The Devil has all the best tunes? My arse! Metalville just got a new sheriff. ↗

— Mark Rice

#heavy-metal #mark-rice #metallic-dreams #music #rock

Being a sex symbol is a heavy load to carry, especially when one is very tired, hurt and bewildered. ↗

— Clara Bow

#sex-symbol #hurt

Don’t leave me,” he whispers. “Oh, for crying out loud—no! I am not going to go!” I shout and it’s cathartic. There, I’ve said it. I am not leaving. “Really?” His eyes widen. “What can I do to make you understand I will not run? What can I say?” He gazes at me, revealing his fear and anguish again. He swallows. “There is one thing you can do.” “What?” I snap. “Marry me,” he whispers. ↗

— E.L. James

#marry-me #running

The girl is infectious human waste, and she's confused and afraid to commit to the wrong thing and so she won't commit to anything. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#wrong