#sen

It appeared as if I had invited the audience into the water with me, and it conveyed the sensation that being in there was absolutely delicious. ↗

— Esther Williams

#appeared #audience #being #conveyed #delicious

Dear God, Please send to me the spirit of Your peace. Then send, dear Lord, the spirit of peace from me to all the world. Amen. ↗

— Marianne Williamson

#amen #dear #god #lord #me

Love, we all talk about it, we all wish for it, and most of the time we shun away from it. ↗

— Nadina Boun

#nadina-boun #quotes-that-make-sense #love

Butter love was not for you I know But from what Uh Oh did you run so from it Poor Poor Poet ↗

— Admetus

#love

The spring which moved my energies lay far away beyond seas, in an Indian isle. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#emmanuel #energy #faraway-love #lucy-snow #separation

I'm very much a bit of a ghost presence. ↗

— Eric Bana

#ghost #i #much #presence #very

The sense of love should not like coffee, which only gives pleasure to the enjoy. But it must be like oranges which not only give pleasure but also freshness. ↗

— Isra

#freshness #love #oranges #pleasure #sense-of-love

I whispered into his ear, “Erik...” There was no response from him. “Erik.” My voice was a little bit firmer. I pushed at his shoulders making sure that my hands were well away from his re-opened wound. He weighed more than I did. I couldn’t get out from under him. God, I’m stuck inside of him ...like a dog. “Erik.” I tried to wriggle out from under him. I grew hard. I stilled horrified as my body took pleasure in this situation. I tried to shift his leg over. I thrust into him. Oh... I thrust again. I was hovering around the panic state but lust was driving all thoughts out of my mind. The more I struggled to free myself... I fucked him. I screwed an unconscious man. What kind of man was I? I couldn’t stop. The thwap, thwap sound of me burying my full length inside him hammered at my head. Don’t do this... don’t do.... nnnngghgghhh. I came deep within him. ↗

— Derekica Snake

#love

All the June Saturday afternoon Sam Pollit's children were on the lookout for him as they skated round the dirt sidewalks and seamed old asphalt of R Street and Reservoir Road that bounded the deep-grassed acres of Tohoga House, their home. ↗

— Christina Stead

#home

‎"..love is as complex an emotion as exists. There are many reasons why love does not prosper. .. the waters are perilous, and you would do well to know that, because unlike your novels, not every story has a happy ending. ↗

— Mary Lydon Simonsen

#lydon #mary #simonsen #love