#rave

In this way, writers are indeed, as Henry Miller suggested, traitors to the human race. We may turn a light on inequity, injustice, and oppression from time to time, but we regularly kill what we love in insidious fashion. ↗

— Anthony Bourdain

#love

I would love you all the day, every night we would kiss and play, if with me you'd fondly stray, over the hills and far away. ↗

— John Gray

#love

You love me?' 'Yes, you great lummox. I love you.' He lets out a sigh. 'Sweet Camulos! It's about time. ↗

— Robin L. LaFevers

#dark-triumph #grave-mercy #his-fair-assassin #robin-lafevers #romance

Emily squared her shoulders and said simply, “I’m fine, I’m not really loving your social skills though. Don’t you know this is no way to start a conversation?” Emily’s mouth clamped shut at the expression on the monsters face. ↗

— Nicole Rae

#bravery #clandestine #emily-jameson #love

Perhaps it's true you can't go back in time, but you can return to the scene of a love, of a crime, of happiness, and of a fateful decision; the places are what remain, are what you can possess, are what is immortal. ↗

— Eric Weiner

#love #travel #love

We must step out of our digital avatars, and come together and have face-to-face dialogue as often as possible. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#bravery #discovery #facing-reality #love-yourself #reality

Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence? ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#audrey-niffenegger #love #the-time-traveler-s-wife #love

Certainly one of the more common experiences in the jazz field is discovering someone new. Improvising musicians are capable of being musical travelers, voyagers. We want to join in on whatever we hear. There is a freedom to wander the musical landscape. ↗

— Gary Burton

#capable #certainly #common #discovering #experiences

As when astronaut Mike Mulhane was asked by a NASA psychiatrist what epitaph he'd like to have on his gravestone, Mulhane answered, "A loving husband and devoted father," though in reality, he jokes in "Riding Rockets," "I would have sold my wife and children into slavery for a ride into space. ↗

— Mary Roach

#truth #love

There's no money in poetry, but there's no poetry in money, either. ↗

— Robert Graves

#money