#mat

We were not making love, we did not even kiss, but the inexplicable intimacy we shared left us wordlessly and hopelessly locked into each other's gaze. ↗

— Jasmine Dubroff

#beauty-in-itself #jasmine-dubroff #love #mera #soul-mates

Matt took a deep breath. Something just happened between them. Julie felt something for him. She did. He could tell even through this online world. Whether it was him or Finn didn’t really matter. It was a difference of names really, that’s all. ↗

— Jessica Park

#love #matt #love

There can be no disparity in marriage like unsuitability of mind and purpose. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#marriage #matches #matrimony #mind #purpose

In matrimony, to hesitate is sometimes to be saved. ↗

— Samuel Butler

#matrimony #marriage

That's the mistake people make - always searching for the perfect match, when they would be just as happy if they settled for somebody reasonably good. ↗

— Farahad Zama

#matrimony #marriage

Beauty is transformed over time, and not without destruction. ↗

— Terry Tempest Williams

#death-to-life #destruction #redemption #sanctification #transformation

...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms... ↗

— John Geddes

#rain #storms #transformation #beauty

And – I think you know, don’t you? – that I love you, Anne.’ I feel as if I have been living in a loveless world for too long. The last tender face I saw was my father’s when he sailed for England. ‘You do? Truly?’ ‘I do.’ He rises to his feet and pulls me up to stand beside him. My chin comes to his shoulder, we are both dainty, long-limbed, coltish: well-matched. I turn my face into his jacket. ‘Will you marry me?’ he whispers. ‘Yes,’ I say. ↗

— Philippa Gregory

#love #marriage #match #richard-iii #love

Warning: This data storage unit, or "book," has been designed to reprogram the human brain, allowing it to replicate the lost art that was once called reading. It is a simple adjustment and there will be no negative or harmful effects from this process. What you are doing: "Reading" Explained Each sheet is indelibly printed with information and the sheets are visually scanned from left to right, and from top to bottom. This scanned information is passed through the visual cortex directly into the brain, where it can then be accessed just like any other data. ↗

— Mike A. Lancaster

#information #reading #art

Froi saw the rage in Arjuro’s eyes, his clenched fists. ‘If I could find the men who did those things to you as a child I would tear them limb from limb.’ Froi embraced him. ‘One day,’ Froi said, clearing his voice of emotion, ‘I’ll introduce you to my queen and my king and my captain; and Lord August and Lady Abian, who have given me a home; and the Priestking and Perri and Tesadora and my friend Lucian; and then you’ll understand that I would never have met them if you hadn’t journeyed to Sarnak all those years ago, Arjuro. And if the gods were to give me a choice between living a better life, having not met them, or a wretched life with the slightest chance of crossing their path, then I'd pick the wretched life over and over again.’ He kissed Arjuro’s brow. Finnikin called it a blessing between two male blood kin. It always had made Froi ache seeing it between Finnikin and Trevanion. ‘I'd live it again just to have crossed all of your paths. Keep safe, Arjuro. Keep safe so I can bring your brother home to you. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#charyn #finnikin #froi #lumatere #lumatere-chronicles