#v

The conversation was mesmerizing, not for its content but for the cadences of the talk, the rhythm we fell into when we were alone, now as before. Every conversation between friends or lovers creates its own easy or awkward rhythms, hidden talk that runs like a subterranean river under even the most banal exchange. ↗

— Robert Charles Wilson

#friendship #love #friendship

I can no longer trust in this love It has fallen like the saints above All because of your sweet lies You sang them like a lullaby "Phoenix ↗

— Shay Leigh

#love

Strangely enough as much as everyone believe’s I’m gay – and by now I probably am gay as may… Hana-chan was the first person I ever loved. ↗

— J.E. Haldeman

#non-book-quotes #saitou-fujiwara #street-team-quotes #love

Never much of a fantasy fan, I knew one thing for certain: Odell Greenry loved Precious every bit as much as Gollum loved his “precious.” And while both objects of obsession could be possessed neither could be mastered. ↗

— Mandy Broughton

#love

He leans forward and his mouth brushes briefly against mine, and I feel... nothing. I was hoping our first kiss would trigger all sorts of memories or sensations, maybe a sudden image of Paris or our wedding, or our first snog. But as he draws away I feel totally, one hundred percent blank. I can see the anticipation in Eric's face and quickly search for something encouraging to say. "That was lovely! Very..." I trail off, unable to think of a single word other than quick, which I'm not sure hits the right note. "It didn't bring back any memories?" Eric is studying my face. "Well...no," I say apologetically. "But, I mean, that doesn't mean it wasn't really... I mean it was... I feel quite turned on!" The words come out before I can stop them. What the hell did I say that for? I don't feel turned on. "Really?" Eric lights up and he puts his briefcase down. Oh no. No no no. Nooo. ↗

— Sophie Kinsella

#love

She would but be repaid by my taking her to wife, and that I could not grant her, for love cometh of the heart and mot by constraint. ↗

— Rupert S. Holland

#lancelot #love #medieval #love

There was something terrible, but also something sad and melancholy in this long cry uttered by the Russian infantry as they staged an attack. As it crossed the cold water, it lost its fervour. Instead of valour or gallantry, you could hear the sadness of a soul parting with everything that it loved, calling on its nearest and dearest to wake up, to lift their head from their pillows and hear for the last time the voice of a father, a husband, a son or a brother... ↗

— Vasily Grossman

#soldiers #ussr #war #ww #love

We are all spiritual beings and our calling is to LOVE our neighbor, STAND against injustice and to show COMPASSION to ALL! ↗

— Timothy Pina

#legend-of-the-peace-panda #love

Brewing is mentioned rarely in accounts of the Industrial Revolution. Temperance pressures meant it was impolitic for brewers to boast of their achievements and innovations, and few accurate records exist of exactly how it performed in the 19th Century compared to those glamorous, sexy industries like coal mining and steel making. ↗

— Peter Brown

#love

Heisenbergs uncertainty principle states that the mere act of observing something inherently disturbs it's state. So Annika perhaps instead of trying to quantify our love, we should accept the warm embrace of it's perfection. ↗

— Tyler Hough

#physics-love #true-love #love