#pa

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

Please don’t carve me another heart—‘tis easier to photosynthesize than to love ↗

— S.D. Foster

#subsidence #love

My old love, my new Unlike wine, it's not better Fresh blood is so sweet ↗

— Debby Feo

#love

Piney woke up wearing a big grin on his face. He couldn’t remember when he’d slept so well. He pulled the pillow next to him up over his face. He could smell her hair on it. “Jesse,” he murmured to himself. He liked her. He really liked her. And he loved, loved, loved doing her. Being inside her. She was so hot. She was so tight. She was… Piney stopped himself in midthought and rolled out of bed. His mind was headed where his body could not go. ↗

— Pamela Morsi

#piney #the-lovesick-cure #love

Lying is wrong. When you tell a lie for the sake of sparing someone's feelings it is not suddenly right, but it is compassionate. And is not compassion a form of love? Love—the greatest of all virtues! So, my darling, I do wrong for you; I lie that you might feel loved. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#lie #love #lying #richelle #richelle-goodrich

True kindness ennobles the giver ↗

— Jocelyn Murray

#kindness #love #sincerity #love

De câte ori auzea de o femeie care și-a lăsat bărbatul pentru altul, mama-ntreba: <> Problema pentru mine n-ar fi să mă despart de cineva. De când m-am desparțit de tine, consider bărbații posibili din viața mea ca pe-o excursie, ca pe-o vacanță. O excursie, o vacanță pot fi frumoase, de neuitat, dar nu sunt un stâlp pe care să-ți sprijini existența. ↗

— Ileana Vulpescu

#past #sad #love

Our past cannot be changed, and to be preoccupied with it is inefficient in time and effort. Likewise, by fretting over the future, we only exhaust ourselves, making us less able to effectively respond when the future is actually upon us. By worrying about a mishap that may or may not take place, we’re forced to undergo the event twice—once when imagining it and once again if and when we actually experience it. ↗

— H.E. Davey

#meditation #past #present #worrying #yoga