#su

I believe in love at first sight, and I believe that’s what we’ve got going here. I was willing to die for you. I’m sure as hell not going to pass up a chance to live with you. ↗

— Tara Janzen

#romantic-suspense #love

Inspector, there's no smoking allowed in here," said a uniformed officer who had been called to the scene. Cavuto waved to the drawers [at the morgue]. "Do you think they mind?" The officer shook his head. "No, sir." Cavuto blew a stream of smoke at Gilbert [a dead guy]. "And him, do you think he minds?" No, sir." And you, Patrolman Jeeter, you don't mind, do you?" Jeeter cleared his throat. "Uh...no, sir." Well, good," Cavuto said. "Look, on the side of the car, Jeeter. It says 'Protect and Serve' not 'Piss and Moan.'" Yes, sir. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#christopher-moore #love

I can taste one sugar crystal, just like I can feel one Cupid (the metric unit of measurement for love).
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— Jarod Kintz

#love #measurement #metric-unit #sugar #taste

Love is like a blanket: it will keep you warm, but it might also suffocate you. Also, it's probably covered with cat hair--love, I mean. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#cat-hair #cats #love #suffocation #love

You first," Tommy said. They stood in the great room of their loft on either side of the futon, where the huge cat, a crossbreed between a Persian, a dust mop, and possibly a water buffalo, was actively shedding. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#you-suck #love

He had discovered that the choice between self-love or love of something other than self offers no escape from suffering either way, it is merely a choice between two woundings, of the pride or of the heart. ↗

— Elizabeth Goudge

#suffering #love

The mighty trojans fell, and so did i. A wooden horse you were not, yet in a pool of my own blood i lie. Dawn follows every dusk, and all that rises - fall it must. So, my blood shall find its way and trickle down your eyes. The day your deeds of today, eventually make you cry. ↗

— Anurag Anand

#hurt #love #pain #suffering #love

One day, when I thought I was alone, I prayed in church. While making this offering before the cross, a parishioner came up to me, put her arm around my shoulder and prayed, ‘Dear God, please heal Father Jim. And give me his cancer.’ I was incredulous. I looked at her, and then back to the Lord and quietly prayed, ‘If she insists, Lord, hear our prayer!’ Later I was able to pray, ‘Lord, rather than give my cancer to her, give her heart of love to me – the love that prompted her to deny her very self and pray in such a loving way. ↗

— Jim Willig

#catholic #catholic-author #suffering #love

Well in two months, it'd be sunbathing time. That made me smile. I enjoyed lying in the sun in a little bikini, timing myself carefully so I didn't burn. I loved the smell of coconut oil. And I don't want to hear any lectures about how bad tanning is for you. That's my vice. Everybody gets one. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#coconut-oil #lectures #sookie-stackhouse #sunbathing #tanning

Pleasure, I remind myself, is inseparable from its lawfully wedded mate, pain. ↗

— T.C. Boyle

#friend-of-the-earth #love #pain #pleasure #ty