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A.E.Housman' No one, not even Cambridge was to blame (Blame if you like the human situation): Heart-injured in North London, he became The Latin Scholar of his generation. Deliberately he chose the dry-as-dust, Kept tears like dirty postcards in a drawer; Food was his public love, his private lust Something to do with violence and the poor. In savage foot-notes on unjust editions He timidly attacked the life he led, And put the money of his feelings on The uncritical relations of the dead, Where only geographical divisions Parted the coarse hanged soldier from the don.


W.H. Auden


#food

Вообще, знаешь, в чем разница между сексом и любовью? Секс - это действие; занятие любовью - состояние.


Anatoly Toss


#inspirational #love #inspirational

It seemed that for every evil they defeated, worse took its place, but Vaughn banished the thought that this all might be a cruel game, a hoax played on the… ''No! I know what true Goodness, true Life, true Love is. Besides, this is too miserable to be a game…unless demons…NO! Besides, even if I was some kind of pawn, well, then this game piece would rebel!


Darryl Steven Markowitz


#intrigue #introspection #inspirational

So, we skipped Annabel, and discussed condoms. I said I liked the orange ones, and we ended our talk in laughter.


Steven Herrick


#memories #love

God send's you what you need you'll see, it come out in the wash.


Jean Westin


#love

I Love Jodi anderson and all of her books!


Jodi Lynn Anderson


#love

But we were chumps and we knew it. As makers of sentences we were practically fetal, beneath notice, unlaunched, fooling around in our spare time or on somebody else’s dime. Nobody loved our sentences as we loved them, and so they congealed or grew sour on our tongues. We barely glanced at our wall-scribblings for fear of what a few weeks or even hours might expose in our infatuations. Our photocopied fortune slips we’d find in muddy clogs in storm drains, tangled with advertising flyers, unheeded. Our manuscripts? Those were unspeakable secrets, kept not only from the world but from each other. My pages were shameful, occluded everywhere with xxxxxx’s of regret. I scurried to read Clea’s manuscript every time she left the apartment but never confessed that I even knew it existed. Her title was “Those Young Rangers Thought Love Was a Scandal Like a Bald White Head.” Mine was “I Heard the Laughter of the Sidemen from Behind Their Instruments.


Jonathan Lethem


#writing #love

He made a careful rehearsal of some of their bits of talk--why had she said this? what had she meant by that? why had she done the other? He dwelt on these matters with an absorbed speculation, and with a young man of Ogden's temperament speculation was but the first step on the way to love.


Henry Blake Fuller


#love

Love is like the weather in Nevada--you don't know what the freak happens!


Selina


#love #nevada #weather #love

The Noblest form of Affection


Oscar Wilde


#love #male #men #passion #love






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