#may

The months roll by like wheels on a wheelchair. Pretty soon it’ll be July. Feels like just last month it was May.
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— Jarod Kintz

#life #may #months #time #wheelchair

The monsters of our childhood do not fade away, neither are they ever wholly monstrous. But neither, in my experience, do we ever reach a plane of detachment regarding our parents, however wise and old we may become. To pretend otherwise is to cheat. ↗

— John le Carre

#become #cheat #childhood #detachment #ever

When you love someone, truly love them, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt-you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it’s crippling-like having your heart carved out. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#devil #may #vulnerability #love

If in the last few years you haven't discarded a major opinion or acquired a new one, check your pulse. You may be dead. ↗

— Gelett Burgess

#check #dead #discarded #few #haven

A masterpiece... may be unwelcome but it is never dull. ↗

— Gertrude Stein

#masterpiece #may #never #unwelcome

But the worst of all is, according to the old phrase, while the grass grows, the horse starves, but the man of money is the man for Nova Scotia. Those may do extremely well. ↗

— Nathaniel Smith

#extremely #grass #grows #horse #man

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy. ↗

— George Jean Nathan

#company #deepest #drowsy #electrified #feel

And maybe that’s was her biggest crime of all. Making him fall in love with her. ↗

— Maya Banks

#maya-banks #rush #love

I tucked the Camel coupon from his cigarette pack into my pocket. A souvenir of the moment where he said maybe. I would hold on to his maybe for as long as it would take, even forever. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#first-love #forever #love #maybe #young-love

Wir würden ein Bett haben. Nach normalen Wochentagen würden wir uns todmüde daraufwerfen und wie zwei Steine schlafen. Am Sonntagmorgen würden wir darin ausschlafen, frühstücken und den Staub aus der Matratze lieben. ↗

— Floortje Zwigtman

#love #love