#sf

Tutt'intorno a noi scorreva la città di Roma, splendida nella sua indifferenza, eternamente sicura di sé, felice di prendersi i nostri soldi e posare per una foto, ma senza avere alla fin fine bisogno di niente e di nessuno. ↗

— Gary Shteyngart

#città #italia #italy #lazio #roma

It was not man who implanted in himself what is infinite and the love of what is immortal: those lofty instincts are not the offspring of his capricious will; their steadfast foundation is fixed in human nature, and they exist in spite of his efforts. He may cross and distort them – destroy them he cannot. The soul wants which must be satisfied; and whatever pains be taken to divert it from itself, it soon grows weary, restless, and disquieted amidst the enjoyments of sense. ↗

— Alexis de Tocqueville

#eternity #immortal #satisfy #love

Life turns, and returns death. Where death digs its claws into the grave only to pull out life, as a baby from a womb; and the recycle of air, the recycle of struggles that never achieve satisfaction, in a constant turning world, of an untuned universe. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#life #recycle #rotating #satisfaction #struggles

The torment of love can transform people into wretched monsters ↗

— Mathias Malzieu

#monsters #torment #transform #wretch #love

I don't know what I was trying to get out of a tenor - but it never really satisfied me until one day I picked up my alto and I said, "Where have you been?" and I said right here for now on! ↗

— Jerome Richardson

#been #day #get #here #i

To be loved to madness--such was her great desire. Love was to her the one cordial which could drive away the eating loneliness of her days. And she seemed to long for the abstraction called passionate love more than for any particular lover. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#dissatisfaction #drama-queen #self-delusion #unhappiness #love

The snag in this business of falling in love, aged relative, is that the parties of the first part so often get mixed up with the wrong parties of the second part, robbed of their cooler judgement by the party of the second part's glamour. Put it like this: the male sex is divided into rabbits and non-rabbits and the female sex into dashers and dormice, and the trouble is that the male rabbit has a way of getting attracted by the female dasher (who would be fine for the non-rabbit) and realizing too late that he ought to have been concentrating on some mild, gentle dormouse with whom he could settle down peacefully and nibble lettuce. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#love #misfortune #trouble #age

My parents were like June and Ward Cleaver; there was nothing dysfunctional about them. ↗

— Kelly Ripa

#cleaver #dysfunctional #june #like #nothing

...the wounds of the past and the scars of the present don't disfigure me in your eyes - because you know the price I pay for loving you ... ↗

— John Geddes

#eyes #past #present #price-of-love #scars

Forget boys and read a good book. Or study. When you're twenty-five and ranking in the big bucks, men will be falling all over you're a successful professional woman. ↗

— Stephie Davis

#read #study #successful #men