#esp

Just those three words, said and meant. I love you. They were quite hopeless. He said it as he might have said, I have cancer. His fairy story. ↗

— John Fowles

#hopelessness #love #love

Respect the young and chastise your elders. It's about time the world was set aright. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#authority #chastise #elders #generations #old

Quien ama esperando una recompensa está perdiendo el tiempo. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#español #love #prym #the-devil #love

William Shakespeare: Can you love a fool? Viola De Lesseps: Can you love a player? ↗

— Marc Norman

#viola-de-lesseps #william-shakespeare #love

«Es increíble cómo se puede ser tan feliz durante tantos años, en medio de tantas peloteras, de tantas vainas, carajo, sin saber en realidad si eso es amor o no». Cuando terminó de desahogarse, alguien había apagado la luna. El buque avanzaba con sus pasos contados, poniendo un pie antes de poner el otro: un inmenso animal en acecho. Fermina Daza había regresado de la ansiedad. -Vete ahora -dijo ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#esperanza #love

Me? You are laughing at me. Put your hand here. This has no theology.' I mocked myself while I made love. I flung myself into pleasure like a suicide on to a pavement. ↗

— Graham Greene

#sex #theology #love

Viola De Lesseps: You have never spoken so well of him before. William Shakespeare: He was not dead before. ↗

— Marc Norman

#love

For after all, why do we go on fighting? If we die for democracy then we must be one of the democracies. Let the rest fight with us, if that is the case. But the most powerful of them, the only one that could save us, chooses to bide its time. Very good. That is its right. But by so doing, that democracy signifies that we are fighting for ourselves alone. And we go on fighting despite the assurance that we have lost the war. Why, then, do we go on dying? Out of despair? But there is no despair. You know nothing about defeat if you think there is room in it for despair. There is a verity that is higher than the pronouncements of the intelligence. There is a thing which pierces and governs us and which cannot be grasped by the intelligence. A tree has no language. We are a tree. There are truths which are evident, though not to be put into words. I do not die in order to obstruct the path of the invasion, for there is no shelter upon which I can fall back with those I love. I do not die to preserve my honor, since I deny that my honor is at stake, and I challenge the jurisdiction of my judge. Nor do I die out of desperation. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#despair #war #intelligence

Esse amor sem fim, onde andará? Que eu busco tanto e nunca está E não me sai do pensamento Sempre, sempre longe Esse amor tão lindo que se esconde Nos confins do não sei onde Vive em mim além do tempo Longe, longe, onde? Por que não me surges nessa hora Como um sol Como o sol no mar Quando vem a aurora Esse amor que o amor me prometeu E que até hoje não me deu Por que não está ao lado meu? Esse amor sem fim, onde andará? Esse amor, meu amor, Onde andará? ↗

— Vinicius de Moraes

#love

William Shakespeare: My muse, as always, is Aphrodite. Philip Henslowe: Aphrodite Baggett, who does it behind the Dog and Crumpet? ↗

— Marc Norman

#muse #shakespeare-in-love #william-shakespeare #love