#my

I could never pretend something I didn't feel. I could never make love if I didn't love, and if I loved I could no more hide the fact than change the color of my eyes. ↗

— Marilyn Monroe

#marilyn-monroe #my-story #change

Having soon discovered to be great, I must appear so, and therefore studiously avoided mixing in society, and wrapped myself in mystery, devoting my time to fasting and prayer. ↗

— Nat Turner

#avoided #devoting #discovered #fasting #great

As often as we made love I remembered what my poet told me, that this man was born of a goddess, the force that moves the stars and the waves of the sea and couples the animals in the fields in spring, the power of passion, the light of the evening star. ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

#mythology #passion #poetry #love

If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the Mighty One... I am become Death, the Shatterer of Worlds. ↗

— The Bhagavad Gita

#fable #hindu #hinduism #india #myth

Life is like a bitch sometimes but take good care of it because you only have one. ↗

— -Angel Of Death

#death

true love last for ever cheating your loveone is an epic failure ↗

— Angel of Death

#death

An enemy is like a man's most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground. ↗

— David Gemmell

#enemy #flowers #death

I like to reinvent myself — it’s part of my job. ↗

— Karl Lagerfeld

#creation #design #designer #fashion #invent

The anarch is (I am simplifying) on the side of gold: it fascinates him, like everything that eludes society. Gold has its own immeasurable might. It need only show itself, and society with its law and order is in jeopardy. The anarch is on the side of gold : this is not to be construed as a lust for gold. He recognizes gold as the central and immobile power. He loves it, not like Cortez, but like Montezuma, not like Pizarro but like Atahualpa .... ↗

— Ernst Jünger

#autonomy #gold #society #love

In fact, until the last moments of his life, until the last seconds as he gasped for breath, he never realised how much he wanted to live. But, at that point, death was inevitable and nothing that had happened could be changed. ↗

— Stephen Craig

#crime #murder-mystery #whodunit #change