#nat

I don't wanna need you because I can't have you. ↗

— Clint Eastwood

#need #the-bridges-of-madison-county #unattainable #love

I think the easiest people to fool are ourselves. Fooling ourselves may even be a necessary precondition for fooling others. ↗

— Iain Banks

#nature

I should like to be able to love my country and still love justice. ↗

— Albert Camus

#nationalism #patriotism #love

I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed. ↗

— A.S. Byatt

#love

When you find yourself wondering, "How did I wind up here, on this Earth, in this life?" Try imagining that you came to dance. You simply tired of sitting this one out, and said, "Yes, I'd love to!" So you jumped up and began to create rhythm - back and forth, up and down. That's the dance of being alive. ↗

— Rudolph Ballantine

#imagination

His eyes were twin flakes of ember floating into the night from a roaring inferno. “I won’t let anything happen to you. No matter what I have to do, I will keep you safe. ↗

— Airicka Phoenix

#dangerous-games #mystery-suspense #passionate-love #thriller #young-adult

Next time!" In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come? ↗

— Helen Hunt Jackson

#calendar #california #female-author #future #helen-hunt-jackson

You, whom I have always loved and never found, you whom I expected to see at the end of the rails beyond the horizon— ↗

— Ayn Rand

#idea #love #memory #unattainable #love

The heart does not always make sense, Ruby. It wants what it wants, even if what it desires does not want it back. ~Sean ↗

— Amber Lynn Natusch

#fractured #love #sean #love

Love at first sight is a hypnosis: I am fascinated by an image: at first shaken, electrified, stunned, "paralysed" as Menon was by Socrates, the model of loved objects, of captivating images, or again converted by an apparition, nothing distinguishing the path of enamoration from the Road to Damascus; subsequently ensnared, held fast, immobilised, nose stuck to the image (the mirror). In that moment when the other's image comes to ravish me for the first time, I am nothing more than the Jesuit Athanasius Kirchner's wonderful Hen: feet tied, the hen went to sleep with her eyes fixed on the chalk line, which was traced not far from her beak; when she was untied, she remained motionless, fascinated, "submitting to her vanquisher," as the Jesuit says (1646); yet, to waken her from her enchantment, to break off the violence of her Image-repertoire (vehemens animalis imaginatio), it was enough to tap her on the wing; she shook herself and began pecking in the dust again. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#love-at-first-sight #road-to-damascus #vehemens-animalis-imaginato #love