#sir

Human?' The girl cocked her head the other way. I caught a glimpse of pink gills under her chin. 'My sisters told me stories of humans. They said they sometimes sing to them to lure them underwater.' She grinned, showing off her sharp needle-teeth. 'I've been practicing. Want to hear? ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#mermaid #siren #sisters

To that man of high aim whose body, mind and soul act in correspondence, all secrets of nature become revealed to him. He feels within himself, as every where, that universal life wherein there is no distinction, no sense of separateness, but all around, all bliss, unity and peace. ↗

— Virchand Raghavji Gandhi

#famous-quotes #human #incarnation #indian-philsophers #indian-quote

Unjustified ambition kills value, Kills someone else's desire to fly, Cuts their wings, sucks their air. If there is nothing else, it eats its own life. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#ambition #dejan-stojanovic #desire #fly #life

The enemy doesn't warn its target. Emergencies do not make appointments, and the greatest battles of life are often surprises. ↗

— Wayde Goodall

#inpsiration #leadership #success #leadership

Sex, once a law as undisputed as gravity, has been disproved. The equation is erased, the blackboard broken ↗

— Isaac Marion

#disillusion #life #sex #life

If somebody never gets enough of you, they will always want more ↗

— Ashly Lorenzana

#desire #enigmatic #infatuation #love #relationships

Love, is sometimes a simpler form of slowly dying, it's like a bullet that ricochets off time's walls of desire, waiting to hit that picture perfect heart of regrets. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#desire #love #pain #picture-perfect #regrets

Every man becomes the image of the God he adores. He whose worship is directed to a dead thing becomes dead. He who loves corruption rots. He who loves a shadow becomes, himself, a shadow. He who loves things that must perish lives in dread of their perishing. ↗

— Thomas Merton

#idolatry #worship #love

Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings...but there’s something dead about it, something deserted. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#arms #body #dead #desire #fantasy

Alright,” he admitted, “So I’m not everything you’d hoped for. But really, what man can ever live up to any woman’s terribly high expectations?” This got her attention. She almost stood up to face him, but decided it wasn’t worth the effort. Leaning forward, she retorted, “Expecting a man to respect you, to be honest with you, and, oh yes, to not be a murderer! I don’t think those are overly high expectations!” He shrugged, casually excusing his faults. “Nobody’s perfect.” “Gemdorin, what do you want?” she asked, exasperated. He plainly stated his desire. “I want you. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#deceit #desire #eena #expectations #love