#si

how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces. Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means we're inconsolable. Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it. ↗

— Richard Siken

#obsession #love

Love is always a miracle, everywhere,every time. But for us, it's a little different. I don't want to say it's more miraculous... Our miracle is different because people say it's impossible. ↗

— John Green

#impossible #love #miracle #love

Professionalism is like love: it is made up of the constant flow of little bits of proof that testify to devotion and care. Everything else is pretension or incompetence. ↗

— Tomislav Šola

#heritology #museology #museum #professionalism #šola

No dimensions are closed to the ones in service of the Universal Law. ↗

— AainaA-Ridtz

#love #service #universal-law #love

Here is the test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished: if you're alive, it isn't. ↗

— Richard Bach

#alive #earth #find #finished #here

All that time tying herself up in knots because she simply couldn't think of  a good reason not to be with him ↗

— Chris Manby

#heartbreak #love #love

That was what true love was supposed to be about. Couples slobbering all over each other, only just able to let each other out of sight long enough to go to the loo. True love was not furtively checking your email, while your other half is in the bathroom to see if you have a message from someone you met out once. True love shouldn't be disappointed when your ex writes with the news that another old girlfriend is back on the scene. 'Fuck' she couldn't do this. She couldn't keep pretending. Not a single day longer. ↗

— Chris Manby

#living-a-lie #love

Five seconds, and my body's humming. I go half-man, half-machine, and my thoughts go straight to touching her more, to how far I want to go, how far she might want to go, and damn, I start to hurt. No amount of music or hard work will fix this. My body's a beast. A beast that's been held back too long. ↗

— Susan Vaught

#desire #in-love #kissing #love #love

That's the trouble with grand passions, of course. You can never entirely cleanse yourself of them. It's best to avoid them altogether. ↗

— Tasha Alexander

#passion #love

Was joy created always to live under that threat? Always defenseless to those who would rather be miserable than have their self will be crossed? Can you really have thought that love and joy would always be at the mercy of frowns and sighs? The demand of the loveless; that they should be allowed to blackmail the universe; that til they consent to be happy-on their own terms- no one else shall taste joy; that theirs should be the final power; that Hell should be able to VETO HEAVEN? ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#joy #life #sin #life