#r

The vast majority of us imagine ourselves as like literature people or math people. But the truth is that the massive processor known as the human brain is neither a literature organ or a math organ. It is both and more. ↗

— John Green

#comparison #literature #math #imagination

Zhe shi jie shang, wo shi zui ai ne de. In all the world, you are what I love the most. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #love

All through the short afternoon they kept coming, the people who counted themselves Father's friends. Young and old, poor and rich, scholarly gentlemen and illiterate servant girls—only to Father did it seem that they were all alike. That was Father's secret: not that he overlooked the differences in people; that he didn't know they were there. ↗

— Corrie Ten Boom

#love #love

Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me, Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature…. ↗

— Sappho

#eros #lesbian #love #poetry #sappho

How is the Empire? ↗

— King George V

#how

Of course, the liar often imagines that he does no harm as long as his lies go undetected. ↗

— Sam Harris

#lying #imagination

Darling, my darling, don't think that I don't love you or that I didn't love you, but it's precisely because I love you that I couldn't have become what I am today if you were still here. It's impossible to have a child and despise the world as it is, because that's the world we've put the child into. The child makes us care about the world, think about it's future, willingly join in its racket and its turmoils, take its incurable stupidity seriously. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#identity #kundera #love

Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn't yours. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#phury #zsadist #love

Not Waving but Drowning Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he's dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said. Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning. ↗

— Stevie Smith

#isolation #life

But I do know we’re deficient in some way. We are too involved in materialistic things, and they don’t satisfy us. The loving relationships we have, the universe around us, we take these things for granted. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#life #loving-relationship #materialism #satisfaction #truth