#tori

Sight without color would be a good analogy...only being able to see in black and white rather than seeing in full color would be like experiencing an orgasm with a foreskin and without. There are feelings you’ll just never have without the foreskin. ↗

— Kristen O'Hara

#foreskin #male-genital-mutilation #restoring #love

Who does not tremble when he considers how to deal with his wife For not only is he bound to love her but so to live with her that he may return her to God pure and without stain when God who gave shall demand His own again. ↗

— Henry VIII

#love

I'm not a very good writer. But I'm a HELLUVA re-writer. ↗

— Laini Giles

#historical #sepia-toned #love

I’m still waiting for something, searching for something I cannot describe.” “It’s called true love. Most people never find it. ↗

— Destin Bays

#contemporary-romance #historical-romance #true-love-in-time #love

Just look at the fellow, standing there like a bloody Greek god. Do you think she chose him because of his intellect?” “I graduated from Cambridge,” Christopher said acidly. “Should I have brought my diploma? ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#historical-romance #humour #romance #love

Beatrix wished she were a swooning sort of female. It seemed the only appropriate response to the situation. Unfortunately, no matter how she tried to summon a swoon, her mind remained intractably conscious. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#historical-romance #humour #romance #love

You think Diana would come to your bed?” Ned threw his head back and laughed. “You’re mad! First of all, she would never break her marriage vows. Secondly, she’s certainly deduced by now what a whoremonger you are. She wouldn’t touch you with gloves, my friend.” from THE DEVIL YOU KNOW (DEVIL DEVERE book #3) ↗

— Victoria Vane

#erotic-romance #georgian-romance #historical-romance #marriage

I'm beginning to feel as though everything has happened before, that our story has already been told. Just as we were powerless to stop the fox stealing the chicken, so there seems to be an inevitability to all that takes place at Mosel. This is a ghost story. And we have somehow become the ghosts of these young men who worked this estate before the Great War. The living are the dead. ↗

— Helen Humphreys

#stories #men

That is our Shield Ring, our last stronghold; not the barrier fells and the totter-moss between, but something in the hearts of men. ↗

— Rosemary Sutcliff

#rosemary #sutcliff #men

He knew all the stories. His grandfather had given them to him when he sat between the old man’s knees as a child. It was a comfort, though, to hear them again. To call them to mind. All these stories that made him more than just a vintner and more than just a man who carried a spear whom other men were willing to follow. More than just a man who lay dying. The stories made him one of the People, who would never die. ↗

— Stant Litore

#heritage #stories #men