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The Noblest form of Affection ↗


— Oscar Wilde


#love #male #men #passion #love

Make sure you do not have friends otherwise you have to keep them at bay." "You was my friend too!" The brow of the young side stood up with surprise and he darkened even more. His eyes stole fire. "Now I'm not?" "I do not know anymore what you are!" I admitted with pain. Gods and Guardians ↗


— Georgia Kakalopoulou


#love #passion #love

Oh, Coral, Coral,” he murmured, his one almost reproachful, but still he did not make any attempt to cross the space between them. Unspoken words and unfulfilled gestures trembled in the air. In the flickering light of the fire, his bronze skin glowed warmly. Rafe stood there very still, the muscles in his body tense. Coral knew he was waiting for her. She could feel the familiar ache, shattering the last of her control. Before she knew it, she was against him, her arms around his neck. She looked up at him, her lips parted, soft and moist. ↗


— Hannah Fielding


#passion #romance #love

Так необычайна и явна была сумасшедшая их связь, так исступлённо горели они бесстыдным полымем, людей не совестясь и не таясь, худея и чернея в лицах на глазах у соседей, что теперь на них при встречах почему-то стыдились люди смотреть. ↗


— Mikhail Sholokhov


#passion #love

Nick laughed and pet the Wangdoodle on the head. “Esperto, you silly boy,” he said to the Wangdoodle. “Usually, Esperto only transforms when I’m in danger,” Nick said to Elphaba. “But whenever he’s around Dymons, he loves to play along. Their transformations are to Esperto what a ball of yarn is to a kitten.” Esperto gave out a strange squeaking growl, which Elphaba figured was the Wangdoodle version of a purr. “What the hell is a Wangdoodle?” Elphaba whispered. “I haven’t a clue,” Nick laughed. ↗


— Abramelin Keldor


#paranormal #love

Era ancora troppo giovane per sapere che la memoria del cuore elimina i brutti ricordi e magnifica quelli belli, e che grazie a tale artificio risuciamo a tollerare il passato. ↗


— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez


#passato #ricordi #love

Lei aveva scoperto a poco a poco l'incertezza dei passi del marito, i turbamenti d'umore, le crepe della memoria, l'abitudine recenti di singhiozzare nel sonno, ma non li aveva considerati segni inequivocabili della ruggine finale, bensì un ritorno felice all'infanzia. Per questo non lo trattava come un vecchio difficile ma come un bambino senile, e quell'inganno era stato provvidenziale per entrambi avendoli messi in salvo dalla compassione. ↗


— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez


#senilità #love

We love against the night, burning like stars against the darkness of bread and circuses. ↗


— David Paul Kirkpatrick


#love #night #love

I love this book. When other U.S. reporters were licking Ken Lay's loafers, Leopold went for Enron's thieving throat. Leopold is a journalist who insists on real investigative reporting–inside documents, inside sources, hard knife-in-the-gut evidence–detective-style reporting that is just about illegal in the U.S.A. Bravo and my personal Pulitzer to Jason Leopold. Every journalist in America should read this, then quit or riot. ↗


— Greg Palast


#love

Really good writing has purpose and that purpose should be to shape other minds to desire truth and a more noble purpose in life and to become more thoughtful and knowledgable about important things like being kind and loving towards all living beings on our planet and not just humans but all animals. ↗


— Susan Waterfield


#existence #meaning #purpose #seeking-truth #writing






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