#roma

I don’t know who those other people are and what they did to you, but I’m not one of them,” I whispered, on the verge of tears. (Molly) “You are. You just don’t know yet.” (Victor) ↗

— A.B.Whelan

#romance #romantic-fantasy #young-adult-fantasy #young-adult-fiction #romantic

Mila este o manifestare a puterii, o reactie de superioritate (un fel de lamentatie indiferenta, rece, care nu schimba cu nimic starea de spirit a celui care o declama), falsa pentru ca nu presupune reflectie, ci doar o constatare care porneste de la diferentierea dintre cel care sufera si cel care proclam mila, cel care se simte sigur pe sine in timp ce seamanul lui se prabuseste. Compasiunea provine semantic in apropiere, empatia sa este reala, bazandu-se pe unitatea dintre cel suferind si cel care isi atribuie fara menajamente suferinta - in timp ce mila este doar o scanare sau o verificare superficiala a diferentierii. Apropierea este, astfel, o modalitate de invatare existentiala, orizontal pentru ca presupune o modestie primara - in timp ce modalitatea verticala ar fi ruperea de tiparul «chipului si asemanrii», egoismul brut al celui care refuza alteritatea, preferand inchiderea de sine, fara scuza expansivitatii. Mila ar fi expresia deghizata al unui nihilism, care imparte lumea intre puternici si «dezavantajati» sau, dup amodelul romantic, intre subiect si «ceilalti», unde ultimul termen este anonim, lipsit de chip si tinde spre vid. «Cele mai bune intentii» sunt enuntate sub masca milei (poate chiar prin mijloace pecuniare), dar ele nu-l pot insela pe cel care isi pune problema din punct de vedere afectiv: cei care sunt adepti ai milei sunt despartiti de realitatea celor suferinzi de un ecran ce le cenzureaza orice participare din interior a atrocitatii. Compasiunea presupune trecerea acestei granite, care te apropie de cel supus traumei, te impinge in chiar spatiul celui «agresat». ↗

— Stefan Bolea

#romantic

[Robert] Newell's recommendation of walking is also interesting: 'The best way undoubtedly of seeing a country is on foot. It is the safest, and most suited to every variety of road; it will often enable you to take a shorter track, and visit scenes (the finest perhaps) not otherwise accessible; it is healthy, and, with a little practice, easy; it is economical: a pedestrian is content with almost any accommodations; he, of all travellers, wants but little, 'Nor wants that little long'. And last, though not least, it is perfectly independent.' Newell cites independence, as do a number of the 'first generation' of Romantic walkers I have already surveyed; more striking are his commendation of walking as the safest option, which reflects a very altered perception of the security of travel from that which prevailed in the eighteenth century, and his advocacy of the practical and health benefits of pedestrianism, which against suggests its institutionalisation as a form of tourism and its extension to lower reaches of the middle classes. ↗

— Robin Jarvis

#romantic

A dragon just gave me a piece of jewelry,” she said. She took another swig and handed the bottle back to Graydon. “Have I been added to his hoard?” He shook his head and drank too. “No, cupcake,” he said. “I’m pretty sure you’ve replaced it. ↗

— Thea Harrison

#pia #romance #race

It's probably best for me to work off some energy before I get you naked. I'm sure you'd like to be able to walk tomorrow. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#gideon-cross #energy

But no, I don't really like romantic comedies, so I don't really care. I never go see 'em. ↗

— John Cusack

#comedies #go #i #like #never

And,” Annabeth continued, “it reminds me how long we’ve known each other. We were twelve, Percy. Can you believe that?” “No, he admitted. “So…you knew you liked me from that moment?” She smirked. “I hated you at first. You annoyed me. Then I tolerated you for a few years. Then—” “Okay, fine.” She leaned in and kissed: him a good, proper kiss without anyone watching—no Romans anywhere, no screaming satyr chaperones. She pulled away. “I missed you, Percy.” Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he’d kept himself alive almost solely by thinking of Annabeth. I missed you didn’t really cover that. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#annabeth-chase #heroes-of-olympus #missing-you #percy-jackson #percy-jackson-and-the-olympians

Did I live the spring I’d sought? It’s true in joy, I walked along, took part in dance, and sang the song. and never tried to bind an hour to my borrowed garden bower; nor did I once entreat a day to slumber at my feet. Yet days aren’t lulled by lyric song, like morning birds they pass along, o’er crests of trees, to none belong; o’er crests of trees of drying dew, their larking flight, my hands, eschew Thus I’ll say it once and true… From all that I saw, and everywhere I wandered, I learned that time cannot be spent, It only can be squandered. ↗

— Roman Payne

#living #payne #poesie #poetry #rhymes

În ce mă priveşte, când apune soarele mă gândesc: A mai trecut o zi. Încă o zi în care n-am făcut nimic. Iar când răsare soarele, nu ştiu încotro să apuc, pe ce drum trebuie să merg, unde vreau să ajung. Eram sigură că fericirea există undeva, dincolo de zidurile casei noastre. Că într-o zi voi pune mâna pe ea, aşa cum pui mâna pe o ceaşcă sau pe scoarţa unui copac. Că dragostea este supremul miracol… ↗

— Cella Serghi

#cella-serghi #dragoste #roman #roman

That's not fair," I said. "Georgina," he said simply. "We're in Hell. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#roman #roman