#mer

They are embossed on every song that was a hit that summer, in every novel I read during and after his stay, on anything from the smell of rosemary on hot days to the frantic rattle of the cicadas in the afternoon—smells and sounds I’d grown up with and known every year of my life until then but that had suddenly turned on me and acquired an inflection forever colored by the events of that summer. ↗

— André Aciman

#memory #summertime #love

For a more than miffed Midnight, fate was for emperors, fools and soppy lovers: - fate was the self-important egotism of those doing well, the sheer unbearable arrogance of the living and loved. ↗

— Tom Conrad

#arrogance #chance #destiny #fate #fools

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream was a manifestation of hope that humanity might one day get out of its own way by finding the courage to realize that love and nonviolence are not indicators of weakness but gifts of significant strength. ↗

— Aberjhani

#agape-love #american-history #civil-rights-movement #conflict-resolution #courage

She didn't tell him white folks couldn't love the same as coloreds. She couldn't love the same neither though, cuz more than half of her was white. ↗

— Shannon Celebi

#colored #race #race-america #race-relations #racism

I have no words alas! to tell the loveliness of loving well ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#love #quote #tamerlane #love

I think…if things were different. If we were closer… You’d be it for me, Star Girl. Is that stupid to say? That I think I could love you? ↗

— Nyrae Dawn

#nathaniel #summer-two #love

By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods; since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, but music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night and his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#shakespeare #the-merchant-of-venice #change

Somehow, the days of summer with their glimmering enchantment of dancing ladybugs and sailing clouds had faded into grey. Maddie’s heart had somehow faded with it. ↗

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

#love #summertime #love

I prefer perfumery, it’s the language of love. ↗

— Jan Moran

#perfumery #love

High justice would in no way be debased if ardent love should cancel instantly the debts these penitents must satisfy. ↗

— Dante Alighieri

#love #mercy #love