#sea

Drinking when we are not thirsty and making love at all seasons, madam: that is all there is to distinguish us from other animals. ↗

— Pierre Beaumarchais

#drinking #love #madam #making #other

There is no season and no reason for love. Love is not seasonal its perennial. ↗

— Amit Abraham

#perennial #reason #season #love

Though sleep was dearly needed, it was not welcomed, for even in sleep I was tormented. ↗

— Dave Moore

#frantic-search #god #holy-spirit #hope #jesus

Could any State on Earth Immortall be, Venice by Her rare Goverment is She; Venice Great Neptunes Minion, still a Mayd, Though by the warrlikst Potentats assayed; Yet She retaines Her Virgin-waters pure, Nor any Forren mixtures can endure; Though, Syren-like on Shore and Sea, Her Face Enchants all those whom once She doth embrace, Nor is ther any can Her bewty prize But he who hath beheld her with his Eyes: Those following Leaves display, if well observed, How she long Her Maydenhead preserved, How for sound prudence She still bore the Bell; Whence may be drawn this high-fetchd parallel, Venus and Venice are Great Queens in their degree, Venus is Queen of Love, Venice of Policie. ↗

— James Howell

#mythology #poetry #sea #spqr #venice

Terkadang apa yang terjadi bukan untuk di mengerti tapi hanya untuk di terima" - Farah ↗

— LoveinParisSeason

#love

She knew they were all afraid. But love and disease are both like electricity, Weetzie thought. They are always there -- you can't see or smell or hear, touch or taste them, but you know they are there like a current in the air. We can choose, Weetzie thought, we can choose to plug into the love current instead. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#electricity #love #love

The Steadfast Love of the Lord is not Seasonal; His Mercies do not have winter or summer days... They are new every now and then. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#god #love #mercies #merciful #mercy

Getting too interested in the English way of life won't help you land a permanent job. ↗

— Mary Ellis

#job-search #life #marriage

She was married, true; but if one's husband was always sailing round Cape Horn, was it marriage? If one liked him, was it marriage? If one liked other people, was it marriage? And finally, if one still wished, more than anything in the whole world, to write poetry, was it marriage? She had her doubts. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#sea-captain-husband #marriage

Most men would never tell a girl her Pikachu smells like a crab cake. It's just not done. But they would have no qualms about telling their guy friends. Similarly, if you're a guy and you pull your pants down, and the girl you're with immediately stats text messaging her friends, you have a small penis. Are You There Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea ↗

— Chelsea Handler

#men