#ali

But now she could not bear the way she sounded. She was not a person anyone could love. ... And thus fled to her room. There she wept, bitterly, an ugly sound punctuated by great gulps. She could not stop herself. She could hear his footsteps in the passage outside. He walked up and down, up and down. 'Come in,' she prayed. 'Oh dearest, do come in.' But he did not come in. He would not come in. This was the man she had practically contracted to give away her fortune to. He offered to marry her as a favour and then he would not even come into her room. Later, she could smell him make himself a sweet pancake for his lunch. She thought this a childish thing to eat, and selfish, too. If he were a gentleman he would now come to her room and save her from the prison her foolishness had made for her. He did not come. She heard him pacing in his room. ↗

— Peter Carey

#fiction #love

Posing the question: does the god of love use underarm deodorant, vaginal spray and fluoride toothpaste? ↗

— Harlan Ellison

#liberation #sex #sexuality #shame #love

I have so much love that it could stretch around the world’s largest dick. But so what? Bernanke’s belt does that every day.
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— Jarod Kintz

#ben-bernanke #crony-capitalism #dick #federal-reserve #fiat-currency

What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things,... ↗

— Alexander Pope

#love #triviality #love

It was a part of myself that was my enemy; I still had a childish illusion that the flesh on my own bones was somehow unique and precious to the universe, in some obscure corner of my mind I wanted the others to love me and make exceptions for me simply because I felt heat and cold, pain and loneliness as they did. Now this was gone once and for all, and I understood there were no exceptions and on one was invulnerable, we all had to share the same conditions and in the end this was simply mortality, the mortality of things as well as ourselves. After that I didn't expect anybody to love me... ↗

— MacDonald Harris

#uniqueness #love

No words. Just my finger pointing in silence. My finger silently saying, ’Unwrap me, darling. ↗

— James Lusarde

#love-making #men-and-women-in-love #relationships #romance #seduction

It's not just that people sacrifice their love relationships, and the care of their children, to pursue their careers. Something like this has perhaps always existed. The point is that today many people feel called to do this, feel they ought to do this, feel their lives would be somehow wasted or unfulfilled if they didn't do it. ↗

— Charles Taylor

#love

I want to write something so simply about love or about pain that even as you are reading you feel it and as you read you keep feeling it and though it be my story it will be common, though it be singular it will be known to you so that by the end you will think— no, you will realize— that it was all the while yourself arranging the words, that it was all the time words that you yourself, out of your heart had been saying. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#grief #loss #love #pain #spirituality

Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body lives. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#passion #sensuality #words #love

Tatsuya: What you have "right now" won't necessarily continue on until forever... Hiro: ... Yeah, I know. ↗

— Ibuki Haneda

#forever #happiness #reality #love