#ring

I don't know much about kisses, but I can assure you that hers were no less fierce than a swarm of bullets tearing the air ↗

— Xavier Velasco

#assure #bullets #hers #kiss #kisses

Love is not about liking, loving and caring, but appreciation, understanding and devotion. ↗

— M.F. Moonzajer

#caring #loving #love

...everything I treasure is broken - it's of no use to anybody but me... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #suffering #treasure #love

Nobody wants to be alone in misery. Cara experienced no shame in admitting that need. Not only did she not want to suffer alone, she demanded co-suffering from all who dared love her. ↗

— Christa Parravani

#suffering #love

When I save, I lay something aside for future need. If I sense God's leading, I will give it away to meet greater needs. When I hoard, I'm unwilling to part with what I've saved to meet others' needs, because my possible future needs outweigh their actual present needs. I fail to love my neighbor as myself. ↗

— Randy Alcorn

#compassion #future #hoarding #needs #present

Oh! How many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding-ring! ↗

— Colley Cibber

#matrimony #wedding-ring #marriage

You know, for a while there we kept horses for the boys, and we had a mare that had broken down. Couldn't ride it... You could feed it and brush it and water it and all. Sometimes, I've thought that's what most marriages get to. A horse you still care a little about but cannot any longer ride. ↗

— Tom McNeal

#divorce #marriage #separation #marriage

Will you wear my ring so all the world knows yer mine?" Beck wasn't asking for her hand in marriage, but it was so close he might as well be. Riley was deeply touched and she struggled to find the right words. "Yes," she began. "I'd be proud to. ↗

— Jana Oliver

#lovers #riley-blackthorne #ring #marriage

In my own shire, if I was sad Homely comforters I had: The earth, because my heart was sore, Sorrowed for the son she bore; And standing hills, long to remain, Shared their short-lived comrade's pain. And bound for the same bourn as I, On every road I wandered by, Trod beside me, close and dear, The beautiful and death-struck year: Whether in the woodland brown I heard the beechnut rustle down, And saw the purple crocus pale Flower about the autumn dale; Or littering far the fields of May Lady-smocks a-bleaching lay, And like a skylit water stood The bluebells in the azured wood. Yonder, lightening other loads, The season range the country roads, But here in London streets I ken No such helpmates, only men; And these are not in plight to bear, If they would, another's care. They have enough as 'tis: I see In many an eye that measures me The mortal sickness of a mind Too unhappy to be kind. Undone with misery, all they can Is to hate their fellow man; And till they drop they needs must still Look at you and wish you ill. ↗

— A.E. Housman

#city #compassion #country #hate #home

The doctrine of eternal punishment is in perfect harmony with the savagery of the men who made the orthodox creeds. It is in harmony with torture, with flaying alive, and with burnings. The men who burned their fellow-men for a moment, believed that God would burn his enemies forever. ↗

— Robert G. Ingersoll

#heresy #punishment #religion #scripture #suffering