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That’s how it felt – that the loss of him had a life of its own. I lived with it as I could have lived with him. Some nights it was quiet and sometimes it pounded on my door. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#loss #love #quiet #relationships #life

As we know life in ourselves we want to understand life in the universe in order to enter into harmony with it. ↗

— Albert Schweitzer

#life #universe #life

... when someone sees a soul disturbed and unable to see something, he won't laugh mindlessly, but he'll take into consideration whether it has come from a brighter life and is dimmed through not having yet become accustomed to the dark or whether it has come from greater ignorance into greater light and is dazzled by the increased brillance. ↗

— Plato

#light #plato #republic #soul #life

The people come from everywhere, from five hundred miles, to find their fortunes. By fortune is an ugly, two-faced goddess. When you have lived with her handiwork for half a generation, you hardly notice anymore. You forget that this is not the way life has to be. You cease to marvel at just how much evil man con conjure by existing. ↗

— Glen Cook

#fortune #life

Mary Alice Young: Sweety, we can't prevent what we can't predict! Lynette Scavo: Isn't there anything I could do? Mary Alice Young: Yes. You can enjoy this beautiful day. We get so few of them. ↗

— Desperate Housewives

#desperate-housewives #friendship #happyness #love #lynette-scavo

To meditate, only you must smile. Smile with face, smile with mind, and good energy will come to you and clean away dirty energy. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#love

The day after Paul Newman was dead, he was twice as dead. ↗

— Maurice Sendak

#death #dying #tell-them-whatever-you-want #death

Part of the beauty of love was that you didn’t need to explain it to anyone else. You could refuse to explain. With love, apparently you didn’t necessarily feel the need to explain anything at all. ↗

— Meg Wolitzer

#beauty

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins.My sin,my soul.Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap,at three,on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo,plain Lo,in the morning,standing four feet ten in one sock. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#disgust #forbidden #inspirational #life #love

I like looking at your body,” she said. “Thank you. I like looking at you, period,” I responded. She removed her shirt. She asked for help with her bra. We embraced. Our skins touched. I felt her heart beat against my chest. I felt my heart beating. Our heartbeats became one. One heartbeat. We became one. Time passed. I looked at my watch. 10:10. I stood. She remained on the bed, defining beauty. “It’s getting close to eleven, baby. You should probably get up,” I said, looking for my shirt. I ran my hands through my hair. “Stand right there,” she said. “Don’t move.” I stood. She reached to the side of the bed, and got her phone from her purse. She held it at arm’s length. “Don’t move,” she said. “I heard you,” I responded. I stood. She took three photos. “I wish I could paint a picture of you,” I said. “Do you paint?” she asked. “No,” I responded, “But I wish I could. I would paint a picture of you right now, lying there without your shirt. I could stand here, Britney, and admire you for all of what is forever. You make me want to cry. But. That part of me is broken. ↗

— Scott Hildreth

#beauty