#pele

Of necessity she went further in aversion than she had gone in love, for her hatred was not in proportion to her love but to her disappointed hopes. ↗

— Honoré de Balzac

#hope #hopelessnes #love #love

Sergei doesn’t yearn for love…he thirsts for domination, and now he has finally achieved it. ↗

— Melika Dannese Lux

#defeat #hopelessness #ilyse-charpentier #melika-dannese-lux #realization

I'm a shreddermouf, aren't I?' 'I was afraid of that,' said Tansy. He was going to keep her in his larder until he was hungy again, and then he was going to rip her apart. 'Dis is my lair', said the shreddermouth proudly. 'It's de best lair in Tiratattle.' 'Is it?' said Tansy. 'Oh yes. It's a drainage tunnel. Goes right up to de surface, it does. Lots of storage space. My name's Gulp.' 'Tansy,' said Tansy, deciding not to ask him what he kept in his storage space and wondering whether introductions were quite the thing. ↗

— Elizabeth Kay

#hopeless-situation #humor #introductions #lair #men-eating-monster

. . .where there is no more hope, song remains. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#hopelessness #music #song #music

Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these. ↗

— Ashly Lorenzana

#depression #despair #hopelessness #leaves #metaphor

Call me hopeless romantic but I want to see my friend with the guy she's been pining for forever.... I want that more than anything on this earth. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#hopeless-romantic #love #love

When was the last time she'd actually had a relationship based on reality, instead of some completely invented fantasy she'd written in her head? In her stupid, silly, romantic head. ↗

— Harriet Evans

#romantic

Ana never saw the rotten apples littering the ground as she continually reached for the rare golden apple on the tree. Ana had stepped in a lot of rotten apples in her lifetime. She should have learned by now. ↗

— Travis Luedke

#hard-lessons #hopeless-romantic #optimism #romantic

So one must be resigned to being a clock that measures the passage of time, now out of order, now repaired, and whose mechanism generates despair and love as soon as its maker sets it going? Are we to grow used to the idea that every man relives ancient torments, which are all the more profound because they grow comic with repetition? That human existence should repeat itself, well and good, but that it should repeat itself like a hackneyed tune, or a record a drunkard keeps playing as he feeds coins into the jukebox... ↗

— Stanisław Lem

#cycles #despair #emotion #fear #free-will

I keep forgetting you’re technologically challenged. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#dean-holder #hopeless #sky-and-holder #sky-davis #technology