#mer

It’s the only way to know you’re really in love, when you ask the question would it be harder to watch him die, or to know he’ll watch me die? Is there more mercy in being the one who does the watching or in being the one who does the dying? It’s when you realize what mercy-killing actually means, it’s when you actually care to the point of tormenting worry. It’s not roses and white horses, it’s fucking brutal and it can send a person running for the hills. To love is brave. ↗

— Renee Carlino

#die #love #mercy #love

You are the only person who loves me in the world," said Elizabeth. "When you talk to me I smell violets. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#violets #love

I have been mastered at last, sweet Cyn, helpless in the face of that most human of failings, I love you. ↗

— D.B. Reynolds

#jabril #vampires-in-america #love

Love is a boomerang dripped in honey, in that it emanates from me just as surely as it will return to me. Still, I think I’d much rather wash my hands and be done with it. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#honey #love #love

I never met a pig I didn't like. All pigs are intelligent, emotional, and sensitive souls. They all love company. They all crave contact and comfort. Pigs have a delightful sense of mischief; most of them seem to enjoy a good joke and appreciate music. And that is something you would certainly never suspect from your relationship with a pork chop. ↗

— Sy Montgomery

#humor #pigs #sy-mongomery #humor

I loved Ian in the now, the way he looked at me, how he made my stomach swim, how he held my hair when I was puking my guts up after eating a bad enchilada. That’s love. ↗

— J.A. Redmerski

#love #sick #the-edge-of-never #love

... and it seemed to her that time stopped, that her body melted into his as if she were without nerve or bone or will, and his kiss was like fire and ice on her lips. ↗

— Marion Zimmer Bradley

#arthurian #love #marion-zimmer-bradley #love

While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire, I And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the mass hardens, I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the fruit rots to make earth. Qut of the mother; and through the spring exultances, ripeness and decadence; and home to the mother. You making haste haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good, be it stubbornly long or suddenly A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mountains: shine, perishing republic. But for my children. I would have them keep their dis- tance from the thickening center; corruption. Never has been compulsory, when the cities lie at the monster’s feet there are left the mountajns. And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man, a clever servant, insufferable master. There is the trap that catches noblest spirits, that caught -–they say--God, when he walked on earth. ↗

— Robinson Jeffers

#republic #life

Hmmm, good isn’t fun, but I’ll try,” he whispers to me. ~ The Light Tamer ↗

— Devyn Dawson

#love #relationship #sexy #sweet #the-light-tamer

What I see here, what I feel here is that people in your world believe spirituality isn't distant. It's close and real. Religion seems born in the home, stays in the home. I mean, the services are even held in the home. And there's not one person in charge, one speaker set above the others. It's farmers and carpenters, and well, just average folk speaking spontaneously about the message they find in the Bible. [...] A message from the heart to the heart. ↗

— Barbara Cameron

#amish #barbara-cameron #christianity #quilts-of-lancaster-county #love