#des

My mother can't have been magic, or she wouldn't have died", said Riddle ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#destiny #hope #mother-s-love-for-son #love

For her, sex was nothing more than an itch. And this phsychological and physiological neutrality of hers at once relieved her of so many human emotions and sentiments and desires. Sexual neutrality was the essence of coldness in an individual. It was a great and wonderful thing to be born with. ↗

— Ian Fleming

#desire #emotion #neutrality #sentiment #sex

Our destiny is aligned with our heart's innermost longing, a longing embedded within our soul before birth. This longing is a unique pattern or configuration reminiscent of the constellations in the night sky. When we express (press out) our unique configuration, it shines through us with an otherworldly luminosity, manifesting abundance in our lives and the lives of others. Our sole task is to yoke our inner destiny, thread it through our lives and weave it into the world. All else is just shadows and dust. ↗

— Thea Euryphaessa

#destiny #fate #inspirational #memoir #mythology

He loves her like a gambler loves a fast racehorse or a desperate man loves whiskey. That kind of love eats a man up. ↗

— Dorothy Allison

#love #love

Listen, Legs, I'm going to die anyway. I'm human. And I don't know about you, but I don't believe in visions of the future. I believe we choose our own destiny. You didn't give me a choice last time. You just left. But I'm here now. And I love you. Stay with me. Don't fear the future; we'll face it together. ↗

— Melissa de la Cruz

#blue-bloods #destiny #future #lost-in-time #love

Despair is for people who know, beyond any doubt, what the future is going to bring. Nobody is in that position. So despair is not only a kind of sin, theologically, but also a simple mistake, because nobody actually knows. In that sense there is always hope. ↗

— Patrick Curry

#hope #inspirational #inspirational

The cactus of the high desert is a small grubby, obscure and humble vegetable associated with cattle dung and overgrazing, interesting only when you tangle with it the wrong way. Yet from this nest of thorns, this snare of hooks and fiery spines, is born once each year a splendid flower. It is unpluckable and except to an insect almost unapproachable, yet soft, lovely, sweet, desirable, exemplifying better than the rose among thorns the unity of opposites ↗

— Edward Abbey "Desert Solitaire"

#edward-abbey #john-dunn #love

To love love and not its meaning, hardens the heart in monstrous ways..." (The Rape Of The Swan) Footnote : A form of self-edification, infatuation, lust and the epitome of hedonism. ↗

— The Poet Archibald MacLeish

#fanatical-desire #wanton-lust #love

Nothing is in the middle of somewhere, surrounded by everything, where everyone is someplace, and still lacking the someone, I need most. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#everyone #everything #lacking #lost #missing

Tricky was a plain-faced man with a very handsome voice - a voice like the sound of a clarinet, at once liquid and penetrating, and lovely to listen to. ↗

— Sarah Waters

#description #voice #love