#tory

I really should be studying now, but you're much more important to me than a .50 calibre machine gun. ↗

— Kara Martinelli

#humor #letters #longing #love #wwii-history

I desperately want to talk to her now. I want to ask her who it was who so deftly crafted and shaped the legend that was our love. ↗

— Dan Simmons

#love-story #love

Aaron snorted "That's so cheesy." "Well yeah. I am cheesy. I'm the king of cheese. You should know that by now. Aaron's eyes were dancing with amusement. "I prefer to call you classically romantic. ↗

— Cleon Lee

#love-story #romanticism #love

The only way to survive eternity is to be able to appreciate each moment -daniel grigori (fallen) ↗

— daniel grigori

#love

The destiny of the world is determined less by the battles that are lost and won than by the stories it loves and believes in. ↗

— Harold Clarke Goddard

#love

We can always be sure of one thing—that the messengers of discomfort and sacrifice will be stoned and pelted by those who wish to preserve at all costs their own contentment. This is not a lesson that is confined to the Testaments. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#bible #brave-new-world #history #martyrs #old-testament

Baje a la orilla y me senté en la arena, donde años atrás había esparcido las cenizas de Marina. La misma luz de aquel día encendió el cielo y sentí su presencia, intensa. Comprendí que ya no podía ni quería huir más. Había vuelto a casa. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#love

Snouck could speak of the region of Aceh, on the nnorthern tip of Sumatra, as 'that country... that old pirate-state', and the American traveller Eliza Scidmore of ' the brave, liberty-loving Achinese'. Within a decade Aceh, however unwillyngly, was finally subjugated, its focus recalibrated from the Malay world and the Indian Ocean to Java, and its future rendered unmistakably as part of the Netherlands Indies ↗

— R.E. Elson

#indonesia #love

In a dark layer of Esme's memory there was a kiss. Vividly she recalled Mihai in the snow, naked and fanged. That kiss had conjured ancient passions a god had tried to erase, and Esme remembered the pressure of it and even knew the flavor of that black river. But it belonged to someone else. Tom's kiss, by contrast, wasn't passionate.Esme didn't even have time to close her eyes and tilt her face up to meet it, and it landed crooked and only half on her lips. It was clumsy and it ended quickly. And it was hers. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#love

He had no ideal world of dead heroes; he knew little of the life of men in the past; he must find the beings to whom he could cling with loving admiration among those who came within speech of him. ↗

— George Eliot

#history #myopia #perspective #reading #life