#om

This is what I love to see--different branches of law enforcement at each other's throats. It gives the bad guys the head start they need, which in turn gives us all job security. ↗

— Pamela Clare

#law-enforcement #romantic-suspense #love

He had shown her all the workings of his soul, mistaking this for love. ↗

— E.M. Forster

#intimacy-self-sacrifice #therapy #transparency #love

Your love is my turning page Only the sweetest words remain Every kiss is a cursive line Every touch is a redefining phrase I surrender who I've been for who you are Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart If I had only felt how it feels to be yours I would have known what I've been living for all along What I've been living for ↗

— Sleeping at Last

#romance #love

Mrs. Bittarcy rustled ominously, holding her peace meanwhile. She feared long words she did not understand. Beelzebub lay hid among too many syllables. ↗

— Algernon Blackwood

#love

Being a woman, I tried, I cared, I loved and blamed in return. ↗

— Priyanka Bhowmick

#love #woman #love

After the thing went off, after it was a sure thing that America could wipe out a city with just one bomb, a scientist turned to Father and said, 'Science has now known sin.' And do you know what Father said? He said, 'What is sin? ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#man-made-disaster #war #science

I happened to look up and there it was. All over and done with, at last. I sat on for a few moments with the ball in my hand and the dog yelping and pawing at me. (Pause.) Moments. Her moments, my moments (Pause.) The dog's moments. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#krapp #love #moments #play #relationship

Out of the clouds I hear a faint bark, as of a faraway dog. It is strange how the world cocks its ear to that sound, wondering. Soon it is louder: the honk of geese, invisible, but coming on. The flock emerges from the low clouds, a tattered banner of birds, dipping and rising, blown up and blown down, blown together and blown apart, but advancing, the wind wrestling lovingly with each winnowing wing. When the flock is a blur in the far sky I hear the last honk, sounding taps for summer. It is warm behind the driftwood now, for the wind has gone with the geese. So would I--if I were the wind. ↗

— Aldo Leopold

#love

I understood the meaning of the word swoon — I had become the very definition. ↗

— Lauren Blakely

#romance #love

To hate the hate was just more hate; to reject the rejection was just more rejection; to judge the judging, just more judging. ↗

— T. Scott McLeod

#acceptance-of-oneself #enlightenment #love #overcoming-hatred #overcoming-negativity