#his

One more word about giving instruction as to what the world ought to be. Philosophy in any case always comes on the scene too late to give it. As the thought of the world, it appears only when actuality is already there cut and dried after its process of formation has been completed... When philosophy paints its grey in grey, then has a shape of life grown old. By philosophy's grey in grey it cannot be rejuvenated but only understood. The owl of Minerva spreads its wings only with the falling of the dusk. ↗

— Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

#lesson-learning #philosophy #wisdom #life

Because you can never go from going out to being friends, just like that. It's a lie. It's just something that people say they'll do to take the permanence out of a breakup. And someone always takes it to mean more than it does, and then is hurt even more when, inevitably, said ‘friendly' relationship is still a major step down from the previous relationship, and it's like breaking up all over again. But messier. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#sad-love #this-lullaby #love

Everything about her in that moment was soft, and that was one of his favorite memories later on--her tense grace made tender by the dimness, her eyes and hands and especially her lips, infinitely soft. He kissed her again and again, and each kiss was nearer to the last one of all. Heavy and soft with love, they walked back to the gate. Mary and Serafina were waiting. "Lyra--" Will said. And she said, "Will." He cut a window into Cittàgazze. They were deep in the parkland around the great house, not far from the edge of the forest. He stepped through for the last time and looked down over the silent city, the tiled roofs gleaming in the moonlight, the tower above them, the lighted ship waiting out on the still sea. He turned to Serafina and said as steadily as he could, "Thank you, Serafina Pekkala, for rescuing us at the belvedere, and for everything else. Please be kind to Lyra for as long as she lives. I love her more than anyone has ever been loved. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#philip-pullman #the-amber-spyglass #love

from THE DEVIL YOU KNOW : She wanted him too. He could see it in the rapid rise of her breasts. He could smell her budding arousal and would relish bringing her to full bloom. God, how he loved this dance! She had taken the first tentative steps, yet she still fought her desire, refused to give in to it, but he would lead her now. He was a master…and a ruthless bastard.” ― Victoria Vane, The Devil You Know coming July 27, 2012 from Breathless Press ↗

— Emery Lee

#love

Except for a small strip of shin that poked out from between the top of his socks and the bottom of his pants, his legs were purely theoretical. ↗

— Tom Perrotta

#love

This is love: To fly toward a secret sky, To cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of life. In the end, to take a step without feet; To regard this world as invisible, And to disregard what appears to be the self. Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, To see beyond seeing itself, To reach and feel within the breast. —Rumi ↗

— Esha Mirari

#life

Making love with you is even more wonderful than making music." He drew her closer. "Och, Sarah, you _are_ my music. ↗

— Pamela Clare

#scotsman #love

I cannot tell whether diamonds appeared in his eyes or mine as the shine of adoration became the icon one sees in history, a Byzantine sparkle, Medieval armor against all odds. ↗

— Alice Shapiro

#history #love #medieval #saltian #love

Use the word 'ya'll' and before you knew it, you'd find yourself in a haystack french-kissing an underage goat ↗

— David Sedaris

#i-repeat-this-quote-all-the-time #say-y-all-and-i-ll-actually-puke #love

Our lives are the best school in the universe because we all have to face happiness and madness ↗

— dalin shu

#life #love #love