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For the next couple of weeks she held Peter like a secret in her heart, lying right under her necklace. I could see him written on her face, and Tik Tok, too, seemed to catch shadows of him, because he'd stop to stare at her, puzzled, as if he'd just seen the boy flit across her eyes-seen the ghost of the kiss lingering for a second on the skin of her neck before disappearing. ↗

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

#love #peter-pan #secret #tiger-lily #love

After four hundred and ninety-three years of teleporting from one place to another, Angus Mackay still felt an urge to peek under his kilt to ensure everything had arrived in fine working condition. There were some areas where a man, vampire or not, would hate to find himself shortchanged. ↗

— Kerrelyn Sparks

#love-at-stake #love

I haven't gotten better. I'm not even close to okay. The only thing I've done is to decide to get better. But I think that may just be enough. I'm trying to see the magic in everyday miracles now: the fact that my heart still beats, that I can lift my feet off of the earth to walk and that there is something in me worthy of love. I know that bad things still happen. And sometimes I still ask myself why I am alive; but now, when I ask, I have an answer. ↗

— Katja Millay

#nastya-kashnikov #life

And if one loves me for my judgement, memory, he does not love me, for I can lose these qualities without losing myself. Where, then, is this Ego, if it be neither in the body nor in the soul? And how love the body or the soul, except for these qualities which do not constitute me, since they are perishable? For it is impossible and would be unjust to love the soul of a person in the abstract and whatever qualities might be therein. We never, then, love a person, but only qualities. Let us, then, jeer no more at those who are honoured on account of rank and office; for we love a person only on account of borrowed qualities. ↗

— Blaise Pascal

#love

I wish I knew today what I'll know tomorrow. ↗

— Dean Henryson

#inspirational

She wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of cloth. ↗

— Roman Payne

#love #nymph #ode #pastoral #pastorale

Well, these sad and hopeless obstacles are welcome in one sense, for they enable us to look with indifference upon the cruel satires that Fate loves to indulge in. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#love

You have taken root in the Beloved. I love your golden branches And the hundred graceful movements Your body now makes each time The wind, children and love come near. ↗

— حافظ

#love

Oh how Shakespeare would have loved cinema! ↗

— Derek Jarman

#film #movies #shakespeare #love

You necessarily have to be lost, before you’re found. ↗

— T. Scott McLeod

#buddhism #dark-night-of-the-soul #enlightenment #love #meditation