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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 want you, Delilah Anne. Never doubt that. I want a life with you. With your voice and your touch and your thoughts and your arguments. I want your grace and your mistakes and your promises and your everything, all twisted up with mine. I want it so bad that I feel like I can’t breathe whenever I think about being without you. ↗

— Dee Tenorio

#sweet #life

It appears that countless women born between the years of 1965 and 1978 are in love with John Cusack. I cannot fathom how he isn't the number-one box office star in America, because every straight girl I know would see her soul to share a milkshake with that motherfucker. ↗

— Chuck Klosterman

#pop-culture #love

I don't remember the moment I knew I was broken...but I do recall when I started to understand that it might be okay. It was the moment I fell in love with the boy with the green eyes. ↗

— John Goode

#love

We will need to find people who will provide a safe writing space for us, where criticism comes late and love and delight come early. —from Rumors of Water: Thoughts on Creativity & Writing ↗

— L.L. Barkat

#writing-advice #writing-philosophy #writing-process #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

Definition of a relationship - an enduring, mutually-agreed upon connection or union, which fulfills certain needs of the individuals involved and the society in which they live. ↗

— Leo Buscaglia

#love #relationships #love

Love is my fire and essence. The bundles which is my self is gone. Love has entered my house. You do not see me. You see 'the beloved.' How then can love be torn from my heart? ↗

— Layla and Majnun as told by Diane Wolkstein

#fire #heart #house #loss #love

Better this way, what remained of his battered sensibilities told him. He was no good for her, anyway. She didn’t understand him. She didn’t understand that he was cursed. And, selfish as he was, he’d rather she hate him than he hate himself any more than he was already going to. Any more than he already did. ↗

— V.S. Carnes

#heartbreak #love #romance #love

We have traditionally thought of knowing in terms of subject and object and have struggled to attain objectivity by detaching our subjectivity. It can't be done, and one of the achievements of postmodernity is to demonstrate that. What we are called to, and what in the resurrection we are equipped for, is a knowing in which we are involved as subjects but as self-giving, not as self-seeking, subjects: in other words, a knowing that is a form of love. ↗

— N.T. Wright

#love #postmodernity #love