#apt

And now life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future-you go to high school so you can go to college so you can get a good job so you can get a nice house so you can afford to send your kids to college so they can get a good job so they can get a nice house so they can afford to send their kids to college. ↗

— John Green

#life

Your soul is the creating force within yourself; it is the part of you longing for freedom, allowed your inner being to come out and perform its purpose, and do not allow the responsibilities of this life to keep your spirit captive, Set your spirit free today! ↗

— Martin Suarez

#freedom #inner-being #peace #soul #freedom

Books that have become classics - books that have had their day and now get more praise than perusal - always remind me of retired colonels and majors and captains who, having reached the age limit, find themselves retired on half pay. ↗

— Thomas Bailey Aldrich

#always #become #books #captains #classics

With someone you like that much, the lows are as low as the highs are high. Does that make sense?' It does. It also makes me sound bipolar.' Love will do that to a person. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#chapter- #love

The measure of love is to love without measure. - attributed to Saint Augustine ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love

You are what you love, not what loves you. ↗

— Charlie Kaufman

#love

Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#life

That's how it is, Rocamadour: in Paris we're like fungus, we grow on the railings of staircases, in dark rooms with greasy smells, where people make love all the time and then fry some eggs and put on Vivaldi records, light cigarettes... and outside there are all sorts of things, the windows open onto the air and it all begins with a sparrow or a gutter, it rains a lot here, rocamadour, much more than in the country, and things get rusty... we don't have many clothes, we get along with so few, a good overcoat, some shoes to keep the rain out, we're very dirty, everybody is dirty and good-looking in Paris, Rocamadour, the beds smell of night and deep sleep, dust and books underneath. ↗

— Julio Cortázar

#love

A golden prince was easy to love if you did not have to watch him picking wings off flies. ↗

— S.U. Pacat

#laurent #love

Growing up, she felt so unworthy of having her deepest desires satisfied, of being loved absolutely. She didn't feel that way anymore. ↗

— Sylvain Reynard

#gabriel-s-rapture #love