#men

He in whom the love of repose predominates will accept the first creed, the first philosophy, the first political party he meets — most likely his father's. He gets rest, commodity, and reputation; but he shuts the door of truth. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#convenience #enlightenment #narrow-mindedness #philosophy #politics

But I feel this, Helen: I must dislike those who, whatever I do to please them, persist in disliking me; I must resist those who punish me unjustly. It is as natural as that I should love those who show me affection, or submit to punishment when I feel it is deserved. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#love

Yet what happened in fact? In the middle of the night John woke up and saw me sleeping beside him with no doubt a look of peace on my face, even of bliss, bliss is not unattainable in this world. He saw me—saw me as I was at that moment—took fright, hurriedly strapped the armour back over his heart, this time with chains and a double padlock, and stole out into the darkness. ↗

— J.M. Coetzee

#disappointment #love #love

How much do you love me?" She drew in a breath and let it out. "Too much." "Too much is just enough for this man." "And do you love me?" she whispered. "I have always loved you. Always. You know that. ↗

— Delilah Marvelle

#love #relationships #love

You cannot borrow half of who you are from someone else, yet people try to do it all of the time, they just call it a relationship! ↗

— Jennifer O'Neill

#happiness-life #love #relationship-advice #relationships #life

Love grows and wanes, but honor, duty, and commitment, those things are constant and stable. They define who you are. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#duty #honor #ian #love #reputation

I write because I love it, not because I excel at it.  But because I write, I shall slowly excel at it. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#author #excell #richelle #richelle-goodrich #talent

Women love the last blow as well as the last word, and when they fight for love they are pitiless as a wounded buffalo. ↗

— H. Rider Haggard

#women #love

Seeing him like this, dressed just for her in so patent a manner, she could not hold back the fiery blush that rose to her face. She was embarrassed when she greeted him, and he was more embarrassed by her embarrassment. The knowledge that they were behaving as if they were sweethearts was even more embarrassing, and the knowledge that they were both embarrassed embarrassed them so much that Captain Samaritano noticed it with a tremor of compassion. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#love #sweethearts #love

One bulb at a time. There was no other way to do it. No shortcuts--simply loving the slow process of planting. Loving the work as it unfolded. Loving an achievement that grew slowly and bloomed for only three weeks each year. ↗

— Jaroldeen Asplund Edwards

#consistency #effort #journey #joy #perseverance