#not

We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man; but this would be nothing if you really liked him. ↗

— Jane Austen

#romance #nothing

Change the world, I know I won’t, Enthralling as always I hope it remains, A kaleidoscope of joy, sorrow and pain. But my only wish as I take this jaunt, Is for my words on you to impress upon, A smile, a tear or even an angry frown. ↗

— Anurag Anand

#frown #indian-author #indian-authors #indian-quote #interesting-quotes

If you realize that all things change, there is nothing you will try to hold on to. If you are not afraid of dying, there is nothing you cannot achieve. ↗

— Lao Tzu

#afraid #all things #cannot #change #dying

From nothing comes everything. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#everything #literature #literature-quotes #nothing #poetry

Everything and nothing are the same in the Absolute. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #everything #nothing #philosophy #poetry

He isn't interested in simple. He wants what he wants. No matter how much trouble she is and no matter whether he even understands it himself. ↗

— Deanna Raybourn

#not-simple #wanting #wants #love

Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#changes #disappear #disappearance #literature #literature-quotes

When your love lets you go you only want love more, even when love wasn’t what you were looking for. ↗

— Tegan Quin

#love #love-more #not-what-you-were-looking-for #sara-quin #speak-slow

Do not cry to me. I can only cry with you. I will not die for you. I am still too young in the meaning of love. Talk to the Fool, to the one who left a throne to enter an anthill. He will enter your shadow. It cannot taint HIm. He has done it before. His holiness is not fragile. It burns like a father to the sun. Touch His skin, put your hand in His side. He has kept His scars when He did not have to. Give Him your pain and watch it overwhelmed, burned away in the joy He takes in loving. In stooping. ↗

— N.D. Wilson

#love

The mighty are beggars, child. They rattle silver cups by the roadside, pleading for love. ↗

— Robert V.S. Redick

#love