#pie

In his bachelor's heart of hearts, he loved pie with an intensity that alarmed him. Yet, when he was offered seconds, he usually refused. "Wouldn't you like another piece of this nice coconut pie, Father?" he might be asked. "No, I don't believe I'd care for anymore," he'd say. An outright lie! ↗

— Jan Karon

#love

Willow Mosby, when I look at you, all of the broken pieces fit back together. ↗

— Courtney Nuckels

#love #pieces #puzzle #relationships #love

One doesn't love in order to do what is good or to help or to protect someone. If we act that way, we are perceiving the other as a simple object. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#love

Oft in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shown Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken. (from When the Splendor Falls by Laurie McBain) ↗

— Thomas Moore

#reflection-on-happier-times #remembering-loved-ones #love

He had the appeal of a very young dog of a very large breed -- a kind of amiable absurdity. ↗

— Dorothy L. Sayers

#puppies #young-men #men

I saw satan laughing with delight The day the music died. ↗

— Don McLean

#music

After a few seconds of scraping, I realize what he has isn’t a trail, it’s a whole forest! Ack! Weren’t all men supposed to shave their chest and stuff nowadays? Whatever happened to having fuzz-free Hollywood heroes as role models? At least my embarrassment is completely foregone by the irritation at his lack of upkeep. The only thing distracting me now is that heady mix of musk, shaving cream and a distinctly…male scent. And God knows that is one seriously jeopardizing distraction. Especially with a whizzing needle in one’s hand. ↗

— Rucy Ban

#book-boyfriend #erotic #funny #inked #love

When we heard about the hippies, the barely more than boys and girls who decided to try something different ... we laughed at them. We condemned them, our children, for seeking a different future. We hated them for their flowers, for their love, and for their unmistakable rejection of every hideous, mistaken compromise that we had made throughout our hollow, money-bitten, frightened, adult lives ↗

— June Jordan

#love

One can fight money only with money! from my Tale Of The Rock Pieces. ↗

— Ivan Stoikov

#books #fantasy #reading #tale-of-the-rock-pieces #writing

He felt safe with her. He'd never been safe with another human being, not since he'd been taken as a child from his home. He'd never been able to trust. He could never give that last small piece - all that was left of his humanity - into someone else's keeping. And now there was Rikki. She let him be whatever he had to be to survive. She didn't ask anything of him. There was no hidden motive. No agenda. Just acceptance. She was different - imperfect, or so she thought - and she knew what it was like to fight to carve out a space for herself. She was willing for him to do thar. ↗

— Christine Feehan

#different #lovet #piece #space #trust