#ren

Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength. ↗

— Bram Stoker

#doubting #doubts #effort #efforts #mankind

You may think you know someone very well. But there'll always be parts you can't see. Sometimes she'll look weak, but she is hiding her strength. Sometimes she'll seem strong... and yet she's so fragile on the inside. ↗

— Kiiro Yumi

#strength #strong #weak #love

I love you, I’ve loved you for years and I’ll love you for years more. It’s not something I can fight, it’s not something I want to fight. ↗

— Somi Ekhasomhi

#love #surrender #love

You could make me say it again," he whispered. "Make me say it always. Make me say it so often that you never have cause to doubt. I love you. ↗

— Courtney Milan

#romance #serena #love

He switched off the light, came back and sat in the chair. In the darkness, Liesel kept her eyes open. She was watching the words. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#learning #learning-to-read #literacy #love #love

When pondering how the past affected us, we rarely look for OUR effect on it. We think about what we were up against versus what we stood for. We remember what we feared but not what we dreamed. We ponder how much we were loved versus how much we loved. We think, why did all that happen to me? What did I get out of it? Where will it lead me? When perhaps we should wonder, what did I make happen? What did I give? Where will I direct myself now? From THE CHARGE by brendon burchard: http://ow.ly/bcBd5 ↗

— Brendon Burchard

#the-charge #dreams

I want love and I won't settle for less ↗

— Sylvia Day

#abigail-stewart #lord-trenton #rhys #love

Ci eravamo incontrati perché doveva succedere, e anche se non fosse stato quel giorno, prima o poi ci saremmo sicuramente incontrati da qualche altra parte. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#destino #destiny #love #serendipity #love

Scese, evitando di guardarla a lungo, come si fa col sole; ma vedeva lei, come si vede il sole, anche senza guardare. ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#love #love

Lord have mercy! Pardon and help us!" he repeated the words that suddenly and unexpectedly sprang to his lips. And he, an unbeliever, repeated those words not with his lips only. At that instant he knew that neither his doubts nor the impossibility of believing with his reason- of which he was conscious- all prevented his appealing to God. It all flew off like dust. To whom should he appeal, if not to Him in whose hands he felt himself, his soul, and his love, to be? ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#love