#mo

I need some space." "Because of my past?" "No, because of mine. When I'm around you I feel like I'm falling. I need to stop before I smash into the ground." "Are you always so honest?" "No. Mostly I'm a liar like you. ↗

— Anna McPartlin

#falling-in-love #humour #lies #love

We are raised to believe (on the surface, at least) that us humans only have so much love to give, and that it comes in a standard round unit: one. After all, we associate love with the heart, and, well, you've either got a whole heart, or you're dead, period. You can't, common wisdom goes, just run around dividing that one heart up freely; to claim to do so means that you're either a fool, or you're dividing up something that is dead. ↗

— Anthony Ravenscroft

#polyamory #relationships #love

Personne n'est capable réellement de penser à personne, fût-ce dans le pire des malheurs. Car penser réellement à quelqu'un, c'est y penser minute après minute, sans être distrait par rien, ni les soins du ménage, ni la mouche qui vole, ni les repas, ni une démangeaison. Mais il y a toujours des mouches et des démangeaisons. C'est pourquoi la vie est difficile à vivre. ↗

— Albert Camus

#everyday-life #love #life

Tout comme il existe des coups de foudre en amour, il y a quelques fois des coups de foudre en amitié ↗

— Guillaume Musso

#amour #love #love

It's a good thing I love you, because you officially just scared the shit out of me." "A good thing yea," Dante agreed, squeezing her hand before releasing it. "She's not alone in those sentiments," the Morningstar said, "Except for the love. I make no clamis there yet, little creaw-Dante ↗

— Adrian Phoenix

#love

There was no sense to life, to the structure of things. D.H. Lawrence had known that. You needed love, but not the kind of love most people used and were used up by. Old D.H. had known something. His buddy Huxley was just an intellectual fidget, but what a marvelous one. Better than G.B. Shaw with that hard keel of a mind always scraping bottom, his labored wit finally only a task, a burden on himself, preventing him from really feeling anything, his brilliant speech finally a bore, scraping the mind and the sensibilities. It was good to read them all though. It made you realize that thoughts and words could be fascinating, if finally useless. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#humor #literature #humor

I love the imagery of struggle. I sometimes wish I were suffering in a good cause, or risking my life for the good of others, instead of just being a gravely endangered patient. Allow me to inform you, though, that when you sit in a room with a set of other finalists, and kindly people bring a huge transparent bag of poison and plug it into your arm, and you either read or don't read a book while the venom sack gradually empties itself into your system, the image of the ardent solider is the very last one that will occur to you. You feel swamped with passivity and impotence: dissolving in powerlessness like a sugar lump in water. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#medicine #life

And gradually his memory slipped a little, as memories do, even those with so much love attached to them; as if there is an unconscious healing process within the mind which mends up in spite of our desperate determination never to forget. ↗

— Colleen McCullough

#loss #love #memories #love

Amor cuerdo, no es amor. (Sane love, is not love) ↗

— José Martí

#cuerdo #love #sane #love

The feeling of love comes and goes on a whim; you can't control it. But the action of love is something you can do, regardless of how you are feeling. ↗

— Russ Harris

#love #relationship #love