#of

How I love thee... ↗

— Cecilia Dart-Thorntonilia Dart-Thornton

#love

...without knowing why, he yielded to the temptation of those lips and flung onto them, eating them, partaking of their sacrament... Eucharist of love with a red host! ↗

— Georges Rodenbach

#love #the-bells-of-bruges #love

I'm a woman; in so many ways I've been programmed to please. I took the job and spent time hunkered over figures, budgets, charts, and fiscal-year projections. I tried, but I hated it. "Working at a job you don't like is the same as going to prison every day," my father used to say. He was right. I felt imprisoned by an impressive title, travel, perks, and a good salary. On the inside, I was miserable and lonely, and I felt as if I was losing myself. I spent weekends working on reports no one read, and I gave presentations that I didn't care about. It made me feel like a sellout and, worse, a fraud. Now set free, like any inmate I had to figure out what to do with the rest of my life. ↗

— Kathleen Flinn

#rest-of-my-life #women #work #life

It’s not how you look in the mirror that's important, what's important is how you are reflected in the eyes of the people who love you. --T. Hammond (Red Rover) ↗

— T. Hammond

#blind-seduction #don-t-swear-in-front-of-the-dog #he-repeats-everything #talking-dog #love

We can all benefit by learning to express and meet out physical needs in a loving, caressing and compassionate way ↗

— David Bresler

#compassion #kindness #love #r-director-of-ucu-ucla #love

We must step out of our digital avatars, and come together and have face-to-face dialogue as often as possible. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#bravery #discovery #facing-reality #love-yourself #reality

You own me with whispers like poetry. Your mouth is a melody I memorize. ↗

— The Civil Wars

#lyrics #poetry #song #the-civil-wars #the-tip-of-my-tongue

Once a man ceases to be of service to his neighbor, he begins to be a burden to him. ↗

— Fulton J. Sheen

#love

The Summer of Love had already given way to the the winter of Who the f--k are you? ↗

— Jaffe Cohen

#seventies #love

Hauk laughed unexpectedly. “You know, Ryn, I keep thinking back to what my father used to say to me. There are two kinds of people in this world. Those like my mother who can walk into the most backwater dive hole with the worst riffraff in the universe and in ten minutes, she’ll have them baking cookies and singing love songs together. Then you have those like my father. The kind of man who could walk into an antiwar monastery and in ten minutes have the monks at each other’s throats.” - Dancer Hauk ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#love