#sing

Didn't I say I'd always be your same stars? If you get to missing me, just look up. ↗

— Anne Rivers Siddons

#missing #parted #remembering #love

Lovers, Lunatics and poets are made of same stuff. ↗

— Bhagat Singh

#love #poet #love

After you, it's all cheap tequila. ↗

— Jacqueline Carey

#love #taste #love

By now you've probably noticed that except when safely contained by quotes, Zampanò always steers clear of such questionable four-letter language. This instance in particular proves that beneath all that cool psuedo-academic hogwash lurked a very passionate man who knew how important it was to say "fuck" now and then, and say it loud too, relish its syllabic sweetness, its immigrant pride, a great American epic word really, starting at the lower lip, often the very front of the lower lip, before racing all the way to the back of the throat, where it finishes with a great blast, the concussive force of the K catching up then with the hush of the F already on its way, thus loading it with plenty of offense and edge and certainly ambiguity. FUCK. A great by-the-bootstrap prayer or curse if you prefer, depending on how you look at it, or use it, suited perfectly for hurling at the skies or at the world, or sometimes, if said just right, for uttering with enough love and fire, the woman beside you melts inside herself, immersed in all that word-heat. ↗

— Mark Z. Danielewski

#danielewski #truant-s-narrative #love

Love, I find, is like singing. ↗

— Zora Neale Hurston

#singing #love

Toxic people will pollute everything around them. Don’t hesitate. Fumigate. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#friendship #letting-go #loving-yourself #moving-on #negative-people

Nefret had always had an uncanny ability to read his thoughts. 'Did she cry?' she asked sweetly. 'And then you kissed her? You shouldn't have done that. I'm sure you meant well, but kissing someone out of pity is always a mistake. ↗

— Elizabeth Peters

#love #mistakes #love

Our friends have a way of reminding us of how fabulous we are when the rest of the world has forgotten. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#friendship #positive-thinking #the-single-woman #true-friends #friendship

He had no idea what missing was. Missing was lying in the dampness of your tears night after night. Missing was a constant hollow spot in the center of your chest. Missing was a yawning ache that was never satisfied. ↗

— Denise Hunter

#love #missing #the-accidental-bride #yearning #love

I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror I see him. I try not to look at my self too much. ↗

— Ida Løkås

#eyes #fathers #loss #love #memories