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Claire’s cottage wasn’t quite the same layout as his mother’s, but it looked to be the same size. Daniel couldn’t be sure—he’d have to see Claire’s bedroom first. Internally again, Daniel laughed and then he sighed again. Did he just make a joke in his head and laugh at himself? ↗

— Allie Burke

#love #love

Life meanwhile, the actual life of men with their real interests of health and sickness, labour and rest, with their interests of thought, science, poetry, music, love, affection, hatred, passion, went its way, as always, independently, apart from the political amity or enmity of Napoleon Bonaparte, and apart from all possible reforms. ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#love

And this title, retired Major Ryland, gives you authority over my MasterCard? ↗

— Billi Jean

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To love is to be vulnerable: if God loves, then God is mortal. ↗

— Don Cupitt

#god #religion #love

We should be empty of clutching, empty of self, empty of all the old ideas of substance. We should be ‘lost in the objectivity of world-love’, as I have elsewhere put it; or, perhaps better, we should let ourselves be only an empty space filled with brightness. Life lived like that is ‘eternal’ life. ↗

— Don Cupitt

#god #religion #love

Context is everything in both narrative and real life, and while the accusation is never that these creators deliberately set out to discriminate against gay and female characters, the unavoidable implication is that they should have known better than to add to the sum total of those stories which, en masse, do exactly that. And if the listmakers can identify the trend so thoroughly – if, despite all the individual qualifications, protests and contextualisations of the authors, these problems can still be said to exist – then the onus, however disconnected from the work of any one individual, nonetheless falls to those individuals, in their role as cultural creators, to acknowledge the problem; to do better next time; perhaps even to apologise. This last is a particular sticking point. By and large, human beings tend not to volunteer apologies for things they perceive to be the fault of other people, for the simple reason that apology connotes guilt, and how can we feel guilty – or rather, why should we – if we’re not the ones at fault? But while we might argue over who broke a vase, the vase itself is still broken, and will remain so, its shards ground into the carpet, until someone decides to clean it up. Blog Post: Love Team Freezer ↗

— Foz Meadows

#minorities #narratives #writing #ya #love

And your own heart generates enough pressure as it pumps blood throughout your body that it could squirt blood up to 30 feet. (I’ve never tried this, and I don’t recommend it.) ↗

— Francis Chan

#spiritual #love

Сколько времени помнишь запах человека, который тебя любил? А когда сама перестаешь любить? Мне нужны песочные часы. ↗

— Анна Гавальда

#memory #love

There’s always a choice,” Lucian reassured her. “Always.” He kissed her forehead softly. “I love you,” he said. He lips trailed down her face, brushing slowly over her nose, across her eyelids. “I would stay with you forever, until the end of Time. ↗

— Anna White

#romance #love

Oh, God. God, isn't that perfect? He's Dad. He's Dad with a layer of nerd. Solid, steady, chipping away so patiently, you don't even know you've had your shields hacked down until you're defenseless. It's the type." "You're not in love with a type, you're in love with a man," Penny corrected. "Or you're not. ↗

— Nora Roberts

#romance #love