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In a Pyongyang restaurant, don't ever ask for a doggie bag. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#dogs #humour #korean-cuisine #north-korea #pyongyang

And I feel her against me - And I think Viola - I think VIOLA! - I think VIOLA!!!! ↗

— Patrick Ness

#love

What's the most important thing in the world? It's love, and I look at that as an energy, not a sentiment. ↗

— Eddie Albert

#i #important #important thing #look #love

They made love until Chris had to leave for the airport, without sleeping at all. After Chris had left, wearing wrinkled jeans and Xander’s sweat and seed on his skin, Xander flopped back onto the bed and looked miserably at the clock. ↗

— Amy Lane

#love

To this point, he could not really have said that he loved William. Feel the terror of responsibility for him, yes. Carry thought of him like a gem in his pocket, certainly, reaching now and then to touch it, marveling. But now he felt the perfection of the tiny bones of William’s spine through his clothes, smooth as marbles under his fingers, smelled the scent of him, rich with the incense of innocence and the faint tang of shit and clean linen. And thought his heart would break with love. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#love

I am always there. But they don't care if I am because I am furniture. I don't get hit I don't get fondled I don't get love because I am furniture Suits me fine. ↗

— Thalia Chaltas

#love

Love is not selective, desire is selective. In love there are no strangers. When the centre of selfishness is no longer, all desires for pleasure and fear of pain cease; one is no longer interested in being happy; beyond happiness there is pure intensity, inexhaustible energy, the ecstasy of giving from a perennial source. ↗

— Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

#love #love

Jack shook his head. 'Books. What is it with women and books? My sisters were the same. They were always buying books for boys they fancied.' Ellie bent down and picked up the stone and put it on the table. 'It's like sending a love letter without having to write it yourself,' she said softly. ↗

— Hazel Osmond

#courtship #love-letters #love

Violet said nothing, though big pearly tears, like a child's, trembled at her lashes. She suddenly missed John very much. Into him she could pour all the inarticulate perceptions, all the knowings and unknowings she felt, which, though he couldn't understand them really, he would receive reverently, and out of him would come then the advice, the warnings, the clever decisions she could never have made. ↗

— John Crowley

#love #understanding #love

The sweetness of love is short-lived, but the pain endures. ↗

— Thomas Malory

#love #love