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Even if you are eighty years old, or a lesbian, or a strident feminist, or a nun, or an eighty-year-old strident feminist lesbian nun who has never been married and never intends to get married, the politest possible answer is still:"Not yet. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#love

Patience is hardest when it comes to love, especially love that creates an almost obsessive passion inside yourself to love the other person beyond what it costs you. How do you wait for someone you loved to come back to you? There is always a chance that you will be waiting forever, and that they will never come, but if they do…every ounce of waiting is worth the weight of all the diamonds in the world. ↗

— Jennifer Megan Varnadore

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For maybe the first time he could remember, he was very seriously thinking about how to best kill someone he’d never even seen. ↗

— Yukako Kabei

#love #revenge #tragedy #love

Judi, a person’s worth isn’t measured by her utility. We’re not tools. We’re here to think. To feel. To be good to each other ↗

— John Dufresne

#love

Like hot food I love you like warm bread & cold cuts, butter sammiches or, days later, after Thanksgiving when I want whatever's left ↗

— Kevin Young

#need #ragtime #steadfast #steadfast-love #steady

Forgiveness is the name of love practiced among people who love poorly. The hard truth is that all people love poorly. We need to forgive and be forgiven every day, every hour increasingly. That is the great work of love among the fellowship of the weak that is the human family. ↗

— Henri J.M. Nouwen

#love #family

I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. It was all very careless and confused. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#forgiveness

To be wronged is nothing, unless you continue to remember it. ↗

— Confucius

#grudges #forgiveness

from THE DEVIL YOU KNOW- She wanted him too. He could see it in the rapid rise of her breasts. He could smell her budding arousal and would relish bringing her to full bloom. God, how he loved this dance! She had taken the first tentative steps, yet she still fought her desire, refused to give in to it, but he would lead her now. He was a master…and a ruthless bastard. ↗

— Victoria Vane

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Why do we love the idea that people might be secretly working together to control and organise the world? Because we don't like to face the fact that our world runs on a combination of chaos, incompetence and confusion. ↗

— Jonathan Cainer

#theories #love