#pass

There is a phrase in French, which means 'to miss.' To pass by. To not be able to stop. You love someone and someone loves you, but it just can't work for different reasons. ↗

— Emmanuelle Beart

#different #different reasons #french #just #love

Life is occupied in both perpetuating itself and in surpassing itself; if all it does is maintain itself, then living is only not dying. ↗

— Simone de Beauvoir

#does #dying #itself #life #living

Let all your thoughts be with the Most High, and direct your humble prayers unceasingly to Christ. If you cannot contemplate high and heavenly things, take refuge in the Passion of Christ, and love to dwell within His Sacred Wounds. For if you devoutly seek the Wounds of Jesus and the precious marks of His Passion, you will find great strength in all troubles. ↗

— Thomas à Kempis

#passion #refuge #strength #life

Love is not patronizing and charity isn't about pity, it is about love. Charity and love are the same -- with charity you give love, so don't just give money but reach out your hand instead. ↗

— Mother Teresa

#christian-behavior #compassion #helping-others #love #service

It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#poems-of-blood-and-passion #spring #spring

Don't believe everything you think. Thoughts are just that - thoughts. ↗

— Allan Lokos

#illusion #mindfulness #reality #thinking #thoughts

If sexuality is one dimension of our ability to live passionately in the world then in cutting off our sexual feelings we diminish our overall power to feel know and value deeply. ↗

— Judith Plaskow

#passion #power #sexuality #sexuality

لا أعلم لماذا شجعتني دموعها علي الخوض بأحاديث أخري أكثر خصوصية ، إن الدموع تكسر الحواجز النفسية حقاً ، الكثير منها... ↗

— حسني محمد

#psychology #sadness #psychology

Derek's breath touched Sara's throat in unsteady urges. "Sometimes," he whispered, "I'm so close to you ... and I'm still not close enough. I want to share your breath ... every beat of your heart." He cradled her head in both his hands, his mouth hot on her neck. "Sometimes," he murmured, "I want to punish you a little." "Why?" "For making me want you until I ache with it. For the way I wake at night just to watch you sleeping." His face was intense and passionate above her, his green eyes sharp in their brightness. "I want you more each time I'm with you. It's a fever that never leaves me. I can't be alone without wondering where you are, when I can have you again." His lips possessed hers in a kiss that was both savage and tender, and she opened to him eagerly. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#love #passion #dreams

It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. She knew she had always feared it, for it left her helpless; she feared it still, lest if se adored him too much, then she would lose herself, become effaced, and she did not want to be effaced, a slave, like a savage woman. She must not become a slave. She feared her adoration, yet she would not at once fight against it. ↗

— D.H. Lawrence

#passion #love