#ted

I don't regret any of the decisions I've made in my life because with every choice I make, I learn something new. ↗

— Siva Kaneswaren

#decisions #learn #siva-kaneswaren #the-wanted #life

That was real?” His arms tightened. “Yeah. The stench of all that blood overwhelmed you. It’s to be expected, you being a new mate.” “I think it was the flying body parts.” His mouth curved into a smile. “Life with me is never boring. ↗

— Laurann Dohner

#life

I know not how the Christians order their own lives, but I know that where their religion begins, Roman rule ends, Rome itself ends, our mode of life ends, the distinction between conquered and conqueror, between rich and poor, lord and slave, ends, government ends, Caesar ends, law and all the order of the world ends; and in place of these appears Christ, with a certain mercy not existent hitherto, and kindness, as opposed to human and our Roman instincts. (Quo Vadis) ↗

— Henryk Stanczyk

#christianity #nero #persecuted-christians #life

Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#love

I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness. Skylarks sing in the sunshine, the blue sky, the warm air, in the fresh morning light. The owl flies by night, a dark shadow passing through the darkness; he hoots his sinister, quivering hoot, as though he delights in the intoxicating black immensity of space. ↗

— Guy de Maupassant

#constantine #from #helen #paris #tales

Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn’t have. Maybe there’s a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again. ↗

— Carol Rifka Brunt

#love #love-hurts #unrequited-love #love

Shut up…let me tell you, LET ME. Every time I look at your face or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me and you’re just fun and you shit all over me and you make fun of me and you’re real. I don’t have enough time in any day to think about you enough...I don’t even think about women anymore. I think about you. ↗

— Louis C.K.

#louis-ck #love #romance #unrequited-love #love

But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#indifference #love #unrequited-love #love

You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman! ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#unrequited-love #love

There were books about how to be gay; he'd seen them in stores and libraries. Some of them even had diagrams. But there weren't any diagrams about how to fall in love with your best friend and not fuck everything up. ↗

— Poppy Z. Brite

#love #romance #unrequited-love #youth #love