#tie

He was grotesque, really. But joy radiated from his homespuns when you walked beside him. It welled out; it enveloped you. ↗

— Ford Madox Ford

#tietjens #love

What did you do on Armistice Night? My beloved is mine and I am his! ↗

— Ford Madox Ford

#tietjens #valentine-wannop #love

Michael tousled my hair and said, "Remember, no more skateboards, right?" And then this gem: "If you ever break your arm skateboarding again..." He paused, flashing me a dimpled Charles Ingalls grin, which then suddenly disappeared. "I'll break the other one. ↗

— Alison Arngrim

#humour #love

This was the Karachi now – barbed wires protecting consulates, the pretentious covering themselves with faces of those who were hiding behind those barbed wires. This was Karachi – gaudy and luxurious, with a façade of glamor, ignoring the truth underneath. But Sophie was no cynic, and still loved the city she had returned to. ‘You can’t hate what’s yours,’ she smiled to herself. ↗

— Umair Naeem

#karachi #love

New York may end up being no more than a scrim, a spectral film that is none other than our craving for romance—romance with life, with masonry, with memory, sometimes romance with nothing at all. This longing goes out to the city and from the city comes back to us. Call it narcissism. Or call it passion. It has its flare-ups, its cold nights, its sudden lurches, and its embraces. It is our life finally revealed to us in the most lifeless hard objects we'll ever cast eyes on: concrete, steel, stonework. Our need for intimacy and love is so powerful that we'll look for them and find them in asphalt and soot. ↗

— André Aciman

#life

Love takes something that's difficult and makes it feel so effortless. ↗

— Debbie Macomber

#effortless #love #love

Was she acting entirely consciously? No: women are always sincere, even in the midst of their most shocking duplicities, because it is always some natural emotion which dominates them. Perhaps, having given this young man such a hold on her, by having openly demonstrated her affection for him, Delphine was merely responding to a sense of personal dignity, which led her either to revoke any concessions she might have made or, at least, to enjoy suspending them. Even at the very moment when passion seizes her, it is perfectly natural for a Parisian woman to delay her final fall, as a way of testing the heart of the man into whose hands she is about to deliver herself and her future! ↗

— Honoré de Balzac

#duplicities #future #heart #love #passion

Give Happiness, Patience, kindness, and Care, and the PAIN goes away. Then only LOVE remains... ↗

— Tsem Tulku Rinpoche

#happiness #kindness #love #patience #love

Sergei doesn’t yearn for love…he thirsts for domination, and now he has finally achieved it. ↗

— Melika Dannese Lux

#defeat #hopelessness #ilyse-charpentier #melika-dannese-lux #realization

There is a frontier-line in human closeness That love and passion cannot violate-- Though in silence mouth to mouth be soldered And passionate devotion cleave the heart. Here friendship, too, is powerless, and years Of that sublime and fiery happiness When the free soul has broken clear From the slow languor of voluptuousness. Those striving towards it are demented, and If the line seem close enough to broach-- Stricken with sadness...Now you understand Why my heart does not beat beneath your touch. ↗

— Anna Akhmatova

#friendship