#pan

Our heroine knew that the mother would always leave the window open for her children to fly back by; so they stayed away for years and had a lovely time... ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#love

Of course. I loved it so much it made me want to spit on you!! ↗

— Jun Mochizuki

#xerxex-break #love

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy. ↗

— George Jean Nathan

#company #deepest #drowsy #electrified #feel

That's why Twinkle likes the place so much, Scott thought, looking around at the faded wood veneer tables, and the faded souls drinking at them. Misery was soaked through the place like the old beer soaked through its carpets. ↗

— R.D. Ronald

#reflection #love

It is love; love, the comfort of the human species, the preserver of the universe, the soul of all sentient beings, love, tender love. ↗

— Voltaire

#love #pangloss #voltaire #love

I’m willing to die for the woman I love. I just want to take 75 years to do it. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#aging #death #die #life #lifespan

His smiling face revealed a love too strong to be kept inside, but the feelings obviously rising inside him kept him from looking directly at Kikunojou. He gazed instead at Kikunojou's clear reflection on the water. ↗

— Haruo Shirane

#chris-drake #hiraga-gennai #japanese #love #romance

Some days when my face was broken out just a little too much for me to take, and I looked in despair at the way my fashionless clothes hung on my thin body, my heart just couldn't take another noticeless passage through my school day and I went to agonize alone in the park. ↗

— Calpernia Addams

#transgender #love

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero. Es tan corto el amor y es tan largo el olvido. Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos, mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido. Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa, y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#hispanic #loss #love #spanish #love

I festered with this duality of love and ego, where ego scorns the very love its seeking and then despairs in its absence. ↗

— Meghna Pant

#meghna-pant #love