#v

What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#poverty #youth #need

That woman was sexy. . . . Out of your league? Son, let women figure out why they won't screw you. Don't do it for them. ↗

— Justin Halpern

#women #sexy

I decided it is better to scream. Silence is the real crime against humanity. ↗

— Nadezhda Mandelstam

#voice #hope

It is not enough that we do our best; sometimes we must do what is required. ↗

— Winston Churchill

#forlorn-hope #perseverance #resolve #hope

I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it. ↗

— Groucho Marx

#be happy #choose #day #dead #events

Why can't you say it?" I hardened my voice. "Because I'm telling you, you never have. I'd have remembered." He stared at me with disbelief. [...] "Love you? Of course I love you. Baby, I fucking worship you. ↗

— Josh Lanyon

#confession #josh-lanyon #m-m-romance #love

Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#right

It was one thing to make a mistake; it was another thing to keep making it. I knew what happened when you let yourself get close to someone, when you started to believe they loved you: you'd be disappointed. Depend on someone, and you might as well admit you're going to be crushed, because when you really needed them, they wouldn't be there. Either that, or you'd confide in them and you added to their problems. All you ever really had was yourself, and that sort of sucked if you were less than reliable. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#loves-ones #mistakes #self-reliance #trust #love

In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you. When she doesn’t respond, I know she’s used up all her words, so I slowly whisper I love you thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe. -Jeffrey McDaniel, “The Quiet World” from The Forgiveness Parade. Copyright © 1998 by Jeffrey McDaniel. Reprinted with the permission of Manic D Press.- ↗

— Jeffrey McDaniel

#love #poetry #sacrifice #forgiveness

Тhere isnʹt much I wouldnʹt do for you. Тhe stupider, the better. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#adrian #hathaway #last #rose #sacrifice