#u

It's empty." Duane swore harsh enough to make a sailor blush, calling into question not only the suspect's parentage, but that somehow duck's were involved. ↗

— Andrew Grey

#love

Distribute love among your dear one's it's the only one motto of life. ↗

— prashanth padal

#love

When I played Lady Day, I took Aba onstage with me as a joke. He started singing—in tune!—and the audience loved it. Eartha Kitt, when asked what tricks her poodle did. ↗

— Eartha Kitt

#music #love

Je fais mon lit et mon ménage; I seek my dinner in a restaurant; my supper takes care, of itself; I pass days laborious and loveless; nights long and lonely; I am ferocious, and bearded and monkish; and nothing now living in this world loves me, except some old hearts worn like my own, and some few beings, impoverished, suffering, poor in purse and in spirit, whom the kingdoms of this world own not, but to whom a will and testament not to be disputed has bequeathed the kingdom of heaven. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#loneliness #villette #love

We are all Romeos looking for our Juliet, but never finding her. ↗

— Rae Hachton

#love #lovers-love-story #lovers-quarrel #romance #romeo-and-juliet

...The book of the hours - Tres Riche Heures - what did it matter when I had you?... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #tres-riche-heures #love

...how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words... ↗

— John Geddes

#liturgy #love #sacred #words #love

Όταν προτιμούνται τα αγόρια από τα κορίτσια, τα συμπλέγματα κατωτερότητας στα κορίτσια είναι σχεδόν αναπόφευκτα. Τα παιδιά είναι πολύ ευαίσθητα και ακόμα και ένα πολύ καλό παιδί μπορεί να πάρει μια ολότελα λαθεμένη κατεύθυνση στη ζωή εξαιτίας της υποψίας του ότι προτιμούν τους άλλους. ↗

— Άλφρεντ Άντλερ

#children #complex #girls #growing-up #life

I love you like my own sister. Which is why I won't hesitate to tell you that I don't believe it. ↗

— Emma Bull

#humor #love

Wait for me.” If his voice was just a bit hoarse, she didn’t seem to take note of it. She looked at him as though he had reached over and slapped her. “You don’t trust me? After all that talk of taking me for my word—” “This isn’t about trust.” “That is precisely what this is about.” Her fingers fisted in her skirts. “Because I’ve trusted you.” It hurt him to hear it. He didn’t know what else to do. He had no contacts left. He was walking around now like a blind man. He didn’t need the added weight of her safety on his conscience. Caine’s eyes fell away again. “Maybe you shouldn’t.” That earned him a flustered: “You told me to! ↗

— V.S. Carnes

#romance #trust #love