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Full of magick and desire... Lydia Dare casts a spell on her readers! - Susan at Love Romance Passion ↗

— Lydia Dare

#love-romance-passion #susan #love

Pero ni los conventos tienen muros bastante elevados, ni las madres tienen cerraduras suficientemente complicadas, ni la religión deberes lo necesariamente estrechos para encerrar a esos encantadores pajarillos en sus jaulas, sobre las cuales apenas nos dignamos a arrojar algunas flores. Y es que ellas sienten irresistibles deseos de conocer ese mundo que tan cuidadosamente se les oculta, anhelan penetrar el enigma que creen tan tentador, escuchan conmovidas la primera voz que a través de los barrotes llega a sus oídos contándoles secretos y bendice la primera mano que alza una pluma del velo misterioso. ↗

— Alexandre Dumas-filss

#unconditional-love #love

To those of you who are yet to plunge into the zygote pool and want to know what both plumbless horror and pure love feels like, have yourself a baby... ↗

— Conrad Williams

#love #parenting #love

Have you ever been in love? Yes. What's it like? Great and terrible. Like Oz. ↗

— Alex Adams

#zoe #love

I want to hug you so tight so that when I leaves You it pains to You then only You would realize how much it hurts to me in Your absence! ↗

— Divinely Devoted

#love

The more I love the person, the more rejection I recieved. ↗

— OhMJ

#love

Our true selves have scared people away. So we sometimes give them someone else to love unconditionally before introducing them. ↗

— Darnell Lamont Walker

#love

What I remember most clearly is how it felt. I’d just finished painting a red fire engine-like the one I often walked past near my grandparents’ house. Suddenly the teachers, whose names I've long forgotten, closed in on my desk. They seemed unusually impressed, and my still dripping fire engine was immediately and ceremoniously pinned up. I don’t know what they might have said, but their unexpected attention and having something I’d made given a place of honor on the wall created an overwhelming and totally unfamiliar sense of pride inside me. I loved that feeling, and I wanted to feel it again and again. That desire, I suppose, was the beginning of my career. I have no idea where my fire engine painting ended up, but I never forgot the basic layout. Several decades later, it served as the inspiration for this sketch for an illustration in a book called Why the chicken crossed the Road. ↗

— David Macaulay

#humor #inspirational #funny

Simon Cameron: “I loved my brother, as only the poor and lonely can love those with whom they have toiled and struggled up the rugged hill of life’s success—but he died bravely in the discharge of his duty. ↗

— Doris Kearns Goodwin

#life

I revere the word of God for I love its poetic force. I loathe the word of God for I hate its cruelty. The love is a difficult love for it must incessantly separate the luminosity of the words and the violent verbal subjugation by a complacent God. The hatred is a difficult hatred for how can you allow yourself to hate words that are part of the melody of life in this part of the world? Words that taught us early on what reverence is? ↗

— Pascal Mercier

#hatred #love #words #life