#other

The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Often, love is a tangled web of lies that only a broken heart would weave. Seldom is dishonesty the whole person, rather it's the pain. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#broken-hearts #dishonesty #growth #hearts #judgement

~“She likes my dog, doesn’t take my crap, and looks at me like I can be the kind of man Dad was. When she cooks…she wears this apron…And I love her so damn much that I have no idea how I’m suppose to wake up tomorrow and pretend like my life hasn’t just fucking ended” Marco Delucca ↗

— Marina Adair

#marco-delucca #st-helena-vineyard #summerin-napa #love

Acceptance is to love and embrace everything that we find within ourselves like a mother embraces her child. ↗

— Swami Dhyan Giten

#child #love #meditation #mother #spirituality

...Above all, do not lie to yourself. A man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point where he does not discern any truth either in himself or anywhere around him, and thus falls into disrespect towards himself and others. Not respecting anyone, he ceases to love, and having no love, he gives himself up to passions and coarse pleasures, in order to occupy and amuse himself, and in vices reaches complete bestiality, and it all comes from lying continually to others and to himself. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#dostoevsky #zosima #love

I'd just done the most important thing a person can ever do. I'd made life. At the very instant he was put into my arms, I loved this new person more than anyone but a mother can understand. ↗

— J. Matthew Nespoli

#love #motherhood #love

Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms so tightly that he would never come to harm.... ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#catelyn-stark #mother #mothers-love #robb #son

Because anyone who treats their body like it's garbage the way he does isn't exactly in the best place to love someone else. ↗

— Susane Colasanti

#love-other #loving-yourself #love

Qu'est-ce-que faire l'amour ? c'est languir après le tout proche, comme si une fois levés tout les obstacles, , dans le contact des peaux, et l'entralacement des epidermes, l'Autre refusait encore de se laisser prendre. ↗

— Alain Finkielkraut

#making-love #other-people #love

She was the curator of her marriage, collector of swift quotes and unremarked-upon sensations. ↗

— Laura Furman

#short-story #the-mother-who-stayed #marriage

I’ve been washing stairs my whole life. One day after the other. Since I was five years old. I’ve never complained. Shame on you. I’m embarrassed to have a son like you…can’t even look after his own bicycle. You just wait until your dad comes home. Then you’ll be in trouble, I can tell you that much.” Poul-Erik’s Mother The Informer ↗

— Steen Langstrup

#mothers #scandinavian-mysteries #home