#pass

Searching for a mind long lost I found it shaping colors and history near the cliffs of your heart. ↗

— Aberjhani

#healing #love #love-heals #mystical-passion #passion

Mindfulness is the agent of our freedom. Through mindfulness we arrive at faith we grow in wisdom & we attain equanimity. ↗

— Sharon Salzberg

#compassion #love #mindfulness #faith

She headed for a wide flat rock on the creek's bank, her posture still demanding 'no trespassing' but no longer 'trespassers will be shot. ↗

— Kristen Heitzmann

#humor #trespassing #family

Search for contentment in each person you meet. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#contentment #inspirational #kindness #motivational #inspirational

Ok, I see. When they say Charles Wovenu is passing by, everyone wants to see Charles Wovenu. But when they say to a child that "Bibi" is passing by, every child is hiding for "Bibi". What makes the difference is the impacts. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#be-kind #bibi #c-k-n-wovenu #charles-kwabla-wovenu #charles-wovenu

In comparison, young unmarried women in America were fortunate: They had a certain measure of sexual freedom. Eighteenth-century parents allowed their daughters to spend tie with suitors unsupervised, and courting couples openly engaged in "bundling," the practice of sleeping together without undressing, in the girls' homes. (Theoretically, that is, they were sleeping together without undressing: in fact, premarital pregnancy boomed during the period of 1750 to 1780, when bundling was nearly universal.) But by the turn of the century, in a complete reversal of previous beliefs about women's sexuality, the idea took hold that only men were carnal creatures; women were thought to be passionless and therefore morally superior. ↗

— Leora Tanenbaum

#history #morality #passion #sexuality #freedom

I imagined/felt their palms sweating, their sweat mingling, mutually fertilized, and dripping to the ground, where it gave birth to a scolopendra, the forked ends of its tail bedecked with the sparkle of drying tears. Their sweat would mingle again at night; the sweat from their bellies would run down into their loins, fill their belly buttons, and glimmer in the moonlight like the tears drying on the scolopendra's tail. ↗

— Elizaveta Mikhailichenko

#love #lovers #passion #imagination

Buffy: Don't give me songs, give me something to sing about! ↗

— Joss Whedon

#inspiration #music #passion #purpose #inspirational

You can't judge people and touch their souls at the same time. ↗

— Tama Kieves

#connection #friends #judging #people #soul

one day, when tenderness has become the single rule of the morning,/ I will wake in your arms. perhaps your skin will be overly gorgeous./ and the light will include the impossible understanding of love. ↗

— José Luís Peixoto

#love #passion #poetry #inspirational