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Take hands. There is no love now. But there are hands. There is no joining now, But a joining has been Of the fastening of fingers And their opening. More than the clasp even, the kiss Speaks loneliness, How we dwell apart, And how love triumphs in this. ↗

— Laura Riding Jackson

#love #poetry #love

When that part of the woman meets with a man, all the flowers in the world suddenly bloom! All the birds of the world gather together and sing. The entire world turns golden, and your body becomes completely relaxed and you're not sure whether you're floating on clouds of feathers. The universe comes alive, like fireworks in the night. ↗

— Kim Dong Hwa

#poetic #sex #love

The question is why one should be so inwardly preoccupied at all. Why not reach out to others in love and solidarity or peer into the natural world for some glimmer of understanding? Why retreat into anxious introspection when, as Emerson might have said, there is a vast world outside to explore? Why spend so much time working on oneself when there is so much real work to be done? ↗

— Barbara Ehrenreich

#positive-thinking #self-help #self-improvement #love

The touch of your fingers grazing mine delicate as a single drop of wine in a crystal goblet. Rolling it round, I savor it on my tongue, try to make it last forever. The words I love you form in the air and melt. Your palm against my cheek, light as a snowflake. ↗

— Eve Merriam

#lovers #poetry #love

...and so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure. ↗

— Stephen King

#love #power #victim #world #love

Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season? ↗

— Robert Frost

#poetry #love

A certain person wondered why a big strong girl like me wouldn't keep a job which paid a normal salary. I took my time to lead her and to read her every page. Even minimal people can't survive on minimal wage. A certain person wondered why I wait all week for you. I didn't have the words to describe just what you do. I said you had the motion of the ocean in your walk, and when you solve my riddles you don't even have to talk. ↗

— Maya Angelou

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You are not broken. You are not a problem to be solved. Solving your “problem”, whatever you perceive your problem or problems to be, is not the key to happiness. ↗

— Golda Poretsky

#empowerment #self-help #self-knowledge #self-love #love

Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment. ↗

— Holly Black

#possessiveness #love

I have never been loved enough to gain the desire of reproducing a being in the image of my lover and I have never been given enough pleasure so that my brain has not had the leisure to seek better...I have wanted the impossible... ↗

— Rachilde

#impossible #lust #passion #sex #love