#pa

That's the trouble with grand passions, of course. You can never entirely cleanse yourself of them. It's best to avoid them altogether. ↗

— Tasha Alexander

#passion #love

If we are to be the people who embody in this world and give people the message that God loves them, well, how do you do that apart from helping them? ↗

— The Rt. Rev. Bishop Scott Hiyashi

#episcopal-church #episcopalians #love

The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#love

Parker didn’t so much melt against him as he tried to inhabit the same skin Jake was wearing, and Jake wasn’t going to complain about that. ↗

— Ashlyn Kane

#love #parker #sexy #love

I will Basquiat the canvas of your body like a Broadway Junction wall…and Gordon Parks you for those dark midnights when your scent fades. ↗

— Brandi L. Bates

#brandi-bates #gordon-parks #love #new-york #poetry

I never rebel so much against France as not to regard Paris with a friendly eye; she has had my heart since my childhood.... I love her tenderly, even to her warts and her spots. I am French only by this great city: the glory of France, and one of the noblest ornaments of the world. ↗

— Michel de Montaigne

#love

Миналото е въпрос на тълкуване. Бъдещето е илюзия. Светът не се движи като по права черта през времето и не върви от миналото към бъдещето. Обратното, времето се движи на безкрайни спирали през и вътре в нас. Вечността не е безкрайно време, тя е безвремие. Ако искаш да постигнеш вечно просветление, премахни от съзнанието си миналото и бъдещето и живей в настоящия миг. ↗

— Elif Shafak

#future #life #past #time #life

When I was a boy, I passed a homeless man, drunk and begging on a street corner. My father, sensing my disgust, said something I never forgot, that I think of every time I see your face on the news or in the paper- "That man was once someone's little boy. ↗

— Blake Crouch

#parents #love

Forsaking the shield of insensibility she had tightly woven over herself during her years as a gelder, she unbarred her heart. She invited him in. ↗

— Chris Lange

#paranormal-romance #vampire #love

At that moment a solitary violin struck up. But the music was not dance music; it was more like a song - a solemn, sweet song. (I know now that it was Beethoven's Romance in F.) I listened, and suddenly it was as if the fog that surrounded me had been penetrated, as if I were being spoken to. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#jennifer-paynter #love #mary-bennet #message #music