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I don't think she realized how much she cared for him, or he for her, until the end. Hasn't someone said a woman may be known by the men who love her enough to die for her? (If they haven't, I claim the credit myself.) ↗

— Elizabeth Peters

#amelia #love #nefret #love

The sun hides not the ocean, which is the dark side of this earth, and which is two thirds of this earth. So, therefore, that mortal man who hath more of joy than sorrow in him, that mortal man cannot be true-- not true, or undeveloped. With books the same. The truest of all men was the Man of Sorrows, and the truest of all books is Solomon’s, and Ecclesiastes is the fine hammered steel of woe. ↗

— Herman Melville

#melancholy #moby-dick #sorrow #men

Even great men bow before the Sun; it melts hubris into humility. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#great-men #hubris #humility #literature #literature-quotes

I’ll tell you a secret about the men in this world. They like young pretty girls, but when pretty teams up with smart and resourceful, it’s more than an elixir, it’s nearly a dad-blamed aphrodisiac. ↗

— Pamela Morsi

#pamela-morsi #the-lovesick-cure #men

I wasn't going to have enough money to pay for a Good Lifestyle, which meant I'd feel ashamed, which meant I'd get depressed, and that was the big one because I knew what that did to me: it made it so I wouldn't get out of bed, which led to the ultimate thing—homelessness. If you can't get out of bed for long enough, people come and take your bed away. ↗

— Ned Vizzini

#homelessness #funny

Down with the Miserable Moneygrumps ™! ↗

— Melissa D. Stiveson

#how-to #melissa-d-stiveson #melissa-stiveson #miserable-moneygrumps #personal-budget

Be a Cinchy Saver ™! ↗

— Melissa D. Stiveson

#melissa-d-stiveson #melissa-stiveson #miserable-moneygrump #personal-budget #personal-finances

If, while at the piano, you attempt to form little melodies, that is very well; but if they come into your mind of themselves, when you are not practising, you may be still more pleased; for the internal organ of music is then roused in you. The fingers must do what the head desires; not the contrary. ↗

— Robert Schumann

#melody #music #piano #music

but the reason why the grave-digger made music must have been because there was none in his spade ↗

— Herman Melville

#herman-melville #moby-dick #spade #music

Overhead she [Renée] could smell the palm trees, whose tall leaves shook down their aroma. And more than the stifling heat, more than the brilliant light, more than the great dazzling flowers, like faces laughing or grimacing between the leaves, it was the odours that overwhelmed her. An indescribable perfume, potent, exciting, composed of a thousand different perfumes, hung about her; human exudation, the breath of women, the scent of hair; and breezes sweet and swooningly faint were blended with breezes coarse and pestilential, laden with poison. But amid this strange music of odours, the dominant melody that constantly returned, stifling the sweetness of the vanilla and the orchids' pungency was the penetrating, sensual smell of flesh, the smell of lovemaking escaping in the early morning from the bedrooms of newlyweds. ↗

— Émile Zola

#odours #smells #love