#notes

She had sought me out. I knew it would happen. Even if I had switched to a different section, she would have sought me out all the same. She, who hid in the crowd, who didn’t want anyone to see her behind her veil of averted eyes and aloofness. When I stepped forward, she came out, too. And she pointed and said, revealing a child’s wanton smile: “That’s the one I want.” And like a potted sunflower that had just been sold to a customer, I was taken away. There was no way to refuse. This, from a beautiful girl that I was already deeply, viscerally attracted to. Things were getting good. ↗

— Miaojin Qiu

#notes-of-a-crocodile #beauty

I am certain that the Lord, who notes the fall of a sparrow, looks with compassion upon those who have been called upon to part, even temporarily, from their precious children. ↗

— Thomas S. Monson

#been #called #certain #children #compassion

My prototype of a woman was the type who would appear in hallucinations at the last moments of your freezing to death at the top of an icy mountain, a mythical beauty who blurred the line between dreams and reality. For four years, that’s what I believed. And I wasted all of my university days–during which I had the most courage and honesty I would ever have towards life–because of it. ↗

— Miaojin Qiu

#notes-of-a-crocodile #beauty

These lights, this brightness, these clusters of human hope, of wild desire—I shall take these lights in my fingers. I shall make them bright, and whether they shine or not, it is in these fingers that they shall succeed or fail. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#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

A brick could be used for note delivery, from the KKK. ↗

— Nicole McKay

#brick-and-blanket-responses #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #delivery #funny

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

Tunggu malaikat. Jangan dulu dikabulkan apa yang dia minta. Aku ingin mendengar tangisan dan permohonannya lebih lama lagi karena Aku mencintainya. Jika waktunya tiba, Aku akan mengabulkan semua permohonannya, bahkan akan Kulebihkan dari yang dia minta. ↗

— Muhammad Asad

#notes-from-qatar- #inspirational

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#back #between #could #crawl #curl