#me

Finally he said that among men there was no such communion as among horses and the notion that men can be understood at all was probably an illusion. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#men

What I hate is the thought of being under a man's thumb," I had told Doctor Nolan. "A man doesn't have a worry in the world, while I've got a baby hanging over my head like a big stick, to keep me in line. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#men

men do not suspect faults which they do not commit ↗

— Samuel Johnson

#faults #men #suspecting #men

If there are gods, why is the world so full of pain and injustice?' 'Because of men like you. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#jaime-lannister #men

Many women don’t know what orgasm is. Many men don’t know was total orgasm is. Many only achieve a local orgasm, a genital orgasm; it is confined to the genitals. Just a small ripple in the genitals-and finished. It is not like possession when the whole body moves into a whirlpool and you are lost in the abyss. For a few moments time stops and the mind does not function. For a few moments you do not know who you are. Then it is a total orgasm. ↗

— Osho

#spirituality #men

Scopul existenței fiecărui individ este plăcerea și cine o contestă ori e ipocrit, ori imbecil. ↗

— Rodica Ojog-Braşoveanu

#individuals #men #purpose #men

My father was a deeply sentimental man. And like all sentimental men, he was also very cruel. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#hemingway #sentimentality-cruelty-ideology #men

A kiss can be dreadfully terrifying for the males of our species, I'm afraid." Rose said knowingly. "Sex is easy. All they really need is a few good thrusts. But when they kiss, they open themselves up and let you in. And that, my dear, makes some men's balls shrink to the size of raisins." Shelley snorted with laughter. Dex strode up to her. "Did someone say raisins? I'm starving." "You might try asking Max for some," Shelley said. "I'm sure he has at least two. ↗

— Samantha Sotto

#men

Why should I wish to see God better than this day? I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass; I find letters from God dropped in the street, and every one is signed by God's name, And I leave them where they are, for I know that others will punctually come forever and ever. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#men

They told of dripping stone walls in uninhabited castles and of ivy-clad monastery ruins by moonlight, of locked inner rooms and secret dungeons, dank charnel houses and overgrown graveyards, of footsteps creaking upon staircases and fingers tapping at casements, of howlings and shriekings, groanings and scuttlings and the clanking of chains, of hooded monks and headless horseman, swirling mists and sudden winds, insubstantial specters and sheeted creatures, vampires and bloodhounds, bats and rats and spiders, of men found at dawn and women turned white-haired and raving lunatic, and of vanished corpses and curses upon heirs. ↗

— Susan Hill

#ghosts #gothic #graveyards #horror #ruins