#ore

Damon, leather and silk and fine chiseled features. Mercurial and devastating. ↗

— L.J. Smith

#damon-salvatore #elena-gilbert #the-hunters-vol- #love

I wanted to hold onto this point in time before our eyes found each other and before I knew whether our hearts could do the same." Amalfi Blue ↗

— Lisa Fantino

#amore #italy #love #love

I've always loved joining clubs--although, in truth, they're usually book clubs." ~Robecca Steam ↗

— Gitty Daneshvari

#books #clubs #ghoulfriends-forever #monster-high #robecca-steam

Sight without color would be a good analogy...only being able to see in black and white rather than seeing in full color would be like experiencing an orgasm with a foreskin and without. There are feelings you’ll just never have without the foreskin. ↗

— Kristen O'Hara

#foreskin #male-genital-mutilation #restoring #love

May the way I look at you, the way I speak with you, and the way I treat you reflect the truth that... I have loved you since forever. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#forever #in-love #love #relationships #true-love

Nowadays every one pretends to be taken just to recover from bad relationship ,when you taken you won't find a way to tell is not just a slang is commitment with challenge and no matter what no turning back #unconditional love ↗

— sharion couture

#feeling #forever #forget #lies #love

Womankind always seems to be able to see a dozen steps into the future, far ahead of what men are able to see. And they have strength where we do not. ↗

— Roman Payne

#feminine #feminity #foresight #roman-payne #womankind

There are no uninteresting things, only uninterested people. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#human-nature #ignorance #nature

But clouds bellied out in the sultry heat, the sky cracked open with a crimson gash, spewed flame-and the ancient forest began to smoke. By morning there was a mass of booming, fiery tongues, a hissing, crashing, howling all around, half the sky black with smoke, and the bloodied sun just barely visible. And what can little men do with their spades, ditches, and pails? The forest is no more, it was devoured by fire: stumps and ash. Perhaps illimitable fields will be plowed here one day, perhaps some new, unheard-of wheat will ripen here and men from Arkansas with shaven faces will weigh in their palms the heavy golden grain. Or perhaps a city will grow up-alive with ringing sound and motion, all stone and crystal and iron-and winged men will come here flying over seas and mountains from all ends of the world. But never again the forest, never again the blue winter silence and the golden silence of summer. And only the tellers of tales will speak in many-colored patterned words about what had been, about wolves and bears and stately green-coated century-old grandfathers, about old Russia; they will speak about all this to us who have seen it with our own eyes ten years - a hundred years! - ago, and to those others, the winged ones, who will come in a hundred years to listen and to marvel at it all as at a fairy tale. ("In Old Russia") ↗

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

#forest-fire #future #russia #time #men

In any weather, at any hour of the day or night, I have been anxious to improve the nick of time, and notch it on my stick too; to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and the future, which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line. You will pardon some obscurities, for there are more secrets in my trade than in most men's, and yet not voluntarily kept, but inseparable from its very nature. ↗

— Henry David Thoreau

#present #thoreau #walden #men