#ale

If I should see your eyes again, I know how far their look would go -- Back to a morning in the park With sapphire shadows on the snow. Or back to oak trees in the spring When you unloosed my hair and kissed The head that lay against your knees In the leaf shadow's amethyst. And still another shining place We would remember -- how the dun Wild mountain held us on its crest One diamond morning white with sun. But I will turn my eyes from you As women turn to put away The jewels they have worn at night And cannot wear in sober day. ↗

— Sara Teasdale

#love #sara-teasdale #love

And I think a woman should find it a joy to be female because God made both male and female. ↗

— Little Richard

#both #female #find #god #i

Why any self-respecting fairy godmother would pass them over for an inane twit who relied on animals to do her housecleaning was beyond her. ↗

— Marie Hall

#fairy-godmother #fairytale #her-mad-hatter #respect

Death stalked toward us on padded feet.        And it was not alone. ↗

— Melika Dannese Lux

#death #hybrid-vampires #leonora-bianchetti #showdown #vladec-salei

For a chance with you, I can wait. ↗

— Myra McEntire

#romantic #sweet #romantic

Humans need their lives to make sense and to have meaning and purpose. Lack of meaning and purpose can override both the natural pace of progression to death and the instinctive struggle for life. People may sacrifice their lives in order to achieve meaning and purpose, or they may commit suicide in order to avoid meaninglessness. The role of medicine here is to expose false beliefs for which people may sacrifice themselves, and to help find realistic meanings that make life worthwhile. ↗

— Paul Valent

#psychotherapy #death

Y todavía los que no murieron bajo las chozas ni se rajaron los huesos bajo los árboles ni se desangraron bajo las cuevas, ciegos de miedo y de ira acabaron despedazándose entre sí. Los pocos que no sufrieron quebranto, como recuerdo de la simpleza de sus corazones, se transformaron en monos. ↗

— Popol Vuh

#death #dioses #fear #humanidad #humanity

Alphole heroes are just domineering assholes disguising themselves as alpha males. Real alpha males don't need to be assholes. ↗

— Sarah Wendell

#love

The way love feels is always only approximate. I would like to be without shame. I would like to be shameless. I would like to be ignorant. Then I would not know how ignorant I was. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#love

Each day before the end of eve she sought her lover, nor would him leave, until the stars were dimmed, and day came glimmering eastward silver-grey. Then trembling-veiled she would appear, and dance before him, half in fear; there flitting just before his feet she gently chid with laughter sweet: 'Come! dance now, Beren, dance with me! For fain thy dancing I would see! ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#love