#tho

Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#changes #disappear #disappearance #literature #literature-quotes

Those who speak of progression but are afraid of change are self-repressed and therefore unable to reach any further than their eyes can already see. ↗

— Criss Jami

#afraid #change #cognition #experimentation #eyes

A woman has her Juno, just as a man has his Genius; they are names for the sacred power, the divine spark we each of us have in us. My Juno can't "get into" me, it is already my deepest self. The poet was speaking of Juno as if it were a person, a woman, with likes and dislikes: a jealous woman. The world is sacred, of course, it is full of gods, numina, great powers and presences. We give some of them names--Mars of the fields and the war, Vesta the fire, Ceres the grain, Mother Tellus the earth, the Penates of the storehouse. The rivers, the springs. And in the storm cloud and the light is the great power called the father god. But they aren't people. They don't love and hate, they aren't for or against. They accept the worship due them, which augments their power, through which we live. ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

#gods #mythology #spirituality #worship #love

I loved Duncan and I loved being his mother but I wasn't sure I was prepared to be only his mother. Before we were even married, when Russell and I had gotten our dog, Humbert, I had walked him early one morning, and as I stood on a line for coffee, someone had offered him a dog treat. "I always ask the mommy first," she said, looking at him expectantly. "Oh, I'm not his mother," I said, "I'm just his...friend," and she looked at me with complete contempt. "You're his mother," she had scolded, "Poor dog. ↗

— Jennifer Belle

#dog-walking #dogs #motherhood #parenthood #pet-owner

Love does whatever it does, whenever it wants to do it. ↗

— Camile Souza

#thoughts #love

...we can never attain a maximum love of God with only a minimum knowledge of God ↗

— Frank J. Sheed

#theology #love

I’ve got something so lovely to think about that I’d like to go back and sit down in the garden, and just think and think until dark without being interrupted by anybody. ↗

— Annie Fellows Johnston

#love

The worst thing about falling in love with her so early in life was that he’d been an absolute snot at fourteen, at once arrogant and self-pitying. Almost as bad was the fact that he’d been nearly half a foot shorter than she at their first meeting —she’d been five foot nine, and he barely five foot four. Though she was only a few weeks older than he was, she’d looked upon him as a child—while he broiled with the heat and anguish of first love. When nothing else garnered him her attention, he turned horrid. She was disgusted by this midget who tried to trick her into broom closets to steal kisses, and he was at once miserable and thrilled. Disgust was better than indifference; anything was better than indifference. ↗

— Sherry Thomas

#sherry-thomas #tempting-the-bride #life

I have to tell you hon, I don't mind a little teasing now and then, but I'm no masochist and I'm sure as hell no saint...here lately, being around you is agony. ↗

— Jackson Broussard

#contemporary-romance #la-fleur-de-love-series #last-first-kiss #lori-leger-author #women-s-fiction

Nos volvemos importantes para alguien y luego dejamos de serlo, y dejar de serlo es tan doloroso que se nos ocurre que hubiera sido preferible no serlo nunca. Si vas a ponerle muebles a un cuarto vacío, luego no los quites ↗

— Rodrigo Hasbún

#love #pain #love