#not

I can still hear the screams. They wake me in the night. Terrible, gut wrenching, painful screams; screams that can only come from the deepest and darkest recesses of the mind. These were not screams of pain. These were screams of years of sorrow and despair. These were screams that made your skin crawl. These were the worst screams I have ever heard. I cannot get them out of my head. Perhaps, they will be with me forever. I shouldn't be so lucky. ↗

— Jamie Schoffman

#jamie-schoffman #not-all-out-of-love #scream #sorrow #love

Nothing stays the same it all gets crushed. It all gets broken. It all passes with time. Only the moment you're in has any meaning." "There are things that stand the test of time, there are things that last. Like love." "Love theres nothing more fragile or ephereal. Love is like fire on a rainy day: you've got to spend all your time protecting it, feeding it, tending it because if you don't it goes out." "There are some loves that last." "No, what lasts is the pain that comes after love. ↗

— Guillaume Musso

#nothing-lasts-forever #pain #love

Lena wished that love were something you could flip on and off. You could turn it on when you felt good about yourself and worthy of it and generous enough to return it. You could flip it off when you needed to hide or self-destruct ad had nothing at all to give. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#good #love #nothing-to-give #self-destruct #wished

The projector's beam lay warm on Walt's neck, and he knew they'd all been plucked from danger and love, from another time, another place, and set back into this dark, sticky-floored theater, in the heart of nothing much that mattered. ↗

— Alan Heathcock

#nothing #love

His version of 'real' love isn't sufficient for me, I don't think anyone should settle for so little. It wasn't love - not in the true sense. On my part, it was neediness, insecurity, dependence, habit - desperate to feel loved by a man who was often ambivalent towards me.  ↗

— Freya North

#versions-of-love #love

She had what I'd call a lemming ass - that is, an ass that you would follow right over the edge of the cliff. ↗

— Andrew Davidson

#not-romantic #humor

The werewolf pointed at a bench next to the door into the Kirkwoods’ tomb. “Sit. Wait.” Did I mention werewolves were chatty? ↗

— Mindee Arnett

#just-kidding-not-really #supernatural #humor

There is within me a knot of cruelty borne by the stream of love, much as our blood sometimes bears the seed of our destruction ... ↗

— James Hurst

#hurst #ibis #james #knot #love

Leave us alone without books and we shall be lost and in confusion at once. We shall not know what to join on to, what to cling to, what to love and what to hate, what to respect and what to despise. We are oppressed at being men -- men with a real individual body and blood, we are ashamed of it, we think it a disgrace and try to contrive to be some sort of impossible generalised man. We are stillborn, and for generations past have been begotten, not by living fathers, and that suits us better and better. We are developing a taste for it. Soon we shall contrive to be born somehow from an idea. But enough; I don't want to write more from "Underground. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#notes #subsuelo #underground #love

I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness - a real thorough-going illness. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#disease #fyodor-dostoyevsky #illness #intellect #notes-from-the-underground