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Dreams came to men for many reasons, both as oracles and as warnings. ↗

— Alice Hoffman

#dreams

I stood on my toes and stole a soft kiss from his lips. "Surprise attack," I said. Sam leaned down and kissed me back, his mouth lingering on mine, teeth grazing my lower lip, making me shiver. "Surprise attack back." "Sneaky," I said, my voice breathier than I intended. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#kiss #surprise #sweet-talk #fall

Olivia: You didn't even know I was there! Harry: Excuse me, yes I did. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#london

What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#fall

I don't think he meant to kiss me," I said finally. "What? Did he slip and fall on your mouth? Those things are known to happen. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#lesa #fall

I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion. ↗

— Henry David Thoreau

#fall #solitude #fall

The whole point of taking pictures is so that you don’t have to explain things with words. ↗

— Elliott Erwitt

#photography #the-joy-of-photographing-people #photography

Later, when she sees the photographs for the first time, she will be surprised at how calm her face looks - how steady her gaze, how erect her posture. In the picture her eyes will be slightly closed, and there will be a shadow on her neck. The shawl will be draped around her shoulders, and her hands will rest in her lap. In this deceptive photograph, she will look a young woman who is not at all disturbed or embarrassed, but instead appears to be rather serious. And she wonders if, in its ability to deceive, photography is not unlike the sea, which may offer a benign surface to the observe even as it conceals depths and current below. ↗

— Anita Shreve

#photographs #the-sea #photography

The future belongs to those who believe in theirself and follow their dreams. ↗

— Marisol Gomez

#dreams

It is as if the Photograph always carries its referent with itself, both affected by the same amorous or funereal immobility, at the very heart of the moving world: they are glued together, limb by limb, like the condemned man and the corpse in certain tortures; or even like those pairs of fish (sharks, I think, according to Michelet) which navigate in convoy, as though united by an eternal coitus. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#referents #photography