#ty

We think of it as a sort of traffic accident of the heart. It is an emotion that scares us more than cruelty, more than violence, more than hatred. We allow ourselves to be foiled by the vagueness of the word. After all, love requires the utmost vulnerability. We equip someone with freshly sharpened knives; strip naked; then invite him to stand close. What could be scarier? ↗

— Diane Ackerman

#love #vulnerability #love

We do not admire, we hardly excuse, the fanatic who wrecks this world for love of the other. But what are we to say of the fanatic who wrecks this world out of hatred of the other? He sacrifices the very existence of humanity to the non-existence of God. He offers his victims not to the altar, but merely to assert the idleness of the altar and the emptiness of the throne. He is ready to ruin even that primary ethic by which all things live, for his strange and eternal vengeance upon some one who never lived at all. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#fanatic #irrationality #secularism #love

There is no bleaker moment in life of the city than that one which crosses the boundary lines between those who have not slept all night and those who are going to work. It was for Sabina as if two races of men and women lived on earth, the night people and the day people, never meeting face to face except at this moment. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#life

You turn the light on, you get all kinds of bugs. ↗

— Rob Bell

#hell #religion #spirtuality #love

Pleasure, I remind myself, is inseparable from its lawfully wedded mate, pain. ↗

— T.C. Boyle

#friend-of-the-earth #love #pain #pleasure #ty

But you neither friend nor foe, though I can't seem to let you go, the one thing that I still know is that your keeping me DOWN! ↗

— Sara Bareilles

#love #love

Time is too swift for those who fear, too long for those who wait, too short for those who finally find peace, but for those who love, time is eternal. For nothing is ever lost that God wants you to find. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#forever #love #purpose #love

A wind blew, and the sand around his drawing scattered. He wrapped his fingers inside his wife's, and Father Time rekindled a connection he had only ever had with her. He surrendered to that sensation and felt the final drops of their lives touch one another, like water in a cave, top meets bottom, Heaven meets Earth. As their eyes closed, a different set of eyes opened, and they rose from the ground as a shared south, up and up, a sun and a moon in a single sky. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#love #love

What light is to the eyes – what air is to the lungs – what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man. ↗

— Robert G. Ingersoll

#love

In a desperate attempt to stay young forever we have achieved eternal childishness, rather than eternal youth. ↗

— Daniel Prokop

#growing-up #humor #maturity #never-growing-up #humor