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If pride is a sin, then love must be the mother of sin. ↗

— Lionel Suggs

#pride #sin #love

Every poor lady that came to me, that touched my hand, that drew a small part of my spirit from me to her—they were only shadows. Aurora, they were shadows of you! I was only seeking you out, as you were seeking me. You were seeking me, your own affinity. And if you let them keep me from you now, I think we shall die! ↗

— Sarah Waters

#margaret #selina #love

I don't love you,” he said. And he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, a kiss of passion and desperation, a kiss of deep currents and longing. “I don't love you,” he said again. “Of course you don't,” she murmured happily. And she followed him out the door, into the lion's den. ↗

— Anne Stuart

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Sometimes we do terrible things to the ones we love just to see what harm we can cause. ↗

— Frederick Weisel

#harm #love #teller #weisel #love

If we loved Steve Aylett, really loved him in the way that he deserves, a selfless love that genuinely wanted nothing save his happiness and comfort, we'd lobotomise him. ↗

— Alan Moore

#steve-aylett #writers #love

And then there was pain and blood and tears, all those things that cause suffering and revolt, the killing of Françoise, the killing of Fouan, vice triumphing, and the stinking, bloodthirsty peasants, vermin who disgrace and exploit the earth. But can you really know? Just as the frost that burns the crops, the hail that chops them down, the thunderstorms which batter them are all perhaps necessary, maybe blood and tears are needed to keep the world going. And how important is human misery when weighed against the mighty mechanism of the stars and the sun? What does God care for us? We earn our bread only by dint of a cruel struggle, day in, day out. And only the earth is immortal, the Great Mother from whom we spring and to whom we return, love of whom can drive us to crime and through whom life is perpetually preserved for her own inscrutable ends, in which even our wretched degraded nature has its part to play. ↗

— Émile Zola

#peasants #terre #vice #love

Hijinxs and crazy shenanigans that’ll leave you chuckling to the bewilderment of those around you - Love Romance Passion ↗

— Libby Malin

#love-romance-pasison #love

Aproximou-se certo dia de uma fonte clara como prata e não contaminada pelo gado, pelo pássaros, pelas feras nem pelos ramos caídos das arvores próximas. Narciso, sentando-se, exausto, na margem daquela fonte, logo se enamorou de sua própria imagem. Primeiro tentou abraçar e beijar o belo jovem que tinha diante de si; depois, reconheceu a si mesmo e permaneceu horas fixando o espelho da água da fonte como se encantado. O amor lhe era, ao mesmo tempo, concedido e negado; ele se consumia de dor e, ao mesmo tempo, gozava de seu tormento sabendo que, ao menos, não trairia a si próprio, acontecesse o que acontecesse. ↗

— Aldo Carotenuto

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Yesterday's tomorrow brought us close.... Tomorrow's yesterday pulled us apart again. Between yesterdays and tomorrows, a life lived ! We blossomed and wilted, blossomed and wilted again ! ↗

— Deeba Salim Irfan

#love #passion #time #tomorrow #yesterday

My mother was widely loved, and rightly so – and widely regarded as too sweet for words. Well, she had them buffaloed. Any woman who could out-stubborn a dachshund deserved to be accorded the wary and respectful affection the dachshund gave her. ↗

— Markham Shaw Pyle

#mothers #love