#ss

My imagination was running amok again. Twice in one night. This never happens when I’m sitting in front of a typewriter. ↗

— Gary Reilly

#humor #imagination #writer-s-block #writing #imagination

My father spoke with his hands. He was deaf. His voice was in his hands. And his hands contained his memories. ↗

— Myron Uhlberg

#father #memories #parents #love

I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#happiness #loss #love #memory #mother

Hope without love is hopeless. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #hope #hopeless #literature #literature-quotes

To be given permission to be confused -- and remain confused -- for as long as it takes would have been a huge gift. ↗

— Janet Jackson

#confusion #permission #self-acceptance #love

My soul feels reborn each time I see you; falling in love with you again and again. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#happiness #love #reborn #soul #love

You can’t substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship. Money is not a substitute for tenderness, and power is not a substitute for tenderness. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#gentleness #love #material-things #money #power

I want to make sure that the first person you kiss loves you. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#love

The sky cries for those filled with sadness ↗

— Sonya Watson

#sadness #love

He broke away from my mouth and trailed his lips down the front of my throat. I felt his lips close around my scars. He kissed away their ugliness. His lips parted in tingling butterfly kisses that drained the strength from my knees. I realized he was mouthing words against my skin. Not words. Just one word. Mine. ↗

— Rose Christo

#possessiveness #love