#hit

She is so lovely she could kill you without you even noticing it. A monster girl who knows when to kiss and when to kill. ↗

— Cameron Jace

#monsters #snow-white #love

We should fall in love. Love each other enough to shit at the same time on the same toilet. ↗

— Darnell Lamont Walker

#love #shit #love

The angel said, "I like black-and-white films more than color because they're more artificial. You have to work harder to overcome your disbelief. It's sort of like prayer. ↗

— Jonathan Carroll

#cinema #color #films #prayer #love

Why can't you just love me? Why can't you just be in love with me? You were once, weren't you? In the beginning? ↗

— David Nicholls

#love

With the blood dripping from her lips, with her blood spattered white dress, and with her pale skin, she is just a horrifyingly lovely and a breathtakingly attractive sixteen-year-old girl living in Hell. Nothing wrong with that, right? ↗

— Cameron Jace

#snow-white #love

In a fallen world marked by human depravity and deep-seated sin, in a world where Hitler and Stalin had recruited millions of followers to commit mass murder, love must harness power and seek justice in order to have moral meaning. Love without power remained impotent, and power without love was bankrupt. ↗

— Timothy B. Tyson

#followers #hitler #humanity #impotence #love

Kisten, please don't leave me," I begged, and his eyes opened. "I'm cold," he said, fear rising in his blue eyes. I held him tighter. "I'm holding you. It's going to be okay." "Tell Ivy," he said with a gasp, clenching in on himself. "Tell Ivy that it wasn't her fault. And tell her that at the end... you remember love. I don't think... we lose our souls... at all. I think God keeps them for us until we... come home. I love you, Rachel." "I love you, too, Kisten," I sobbed, and as I watched, his eyes, memorizing my face, silvered, and he died. ↗

— Kim Harrison

#white-witch #love

Eiffel saw his Tower in the form of a serious object, rational, useful; men return it to him in the form of a great baroque dream which quite naturally touches on the borders of the irrational ... architecture is always dream and function, expression of a utopia and instrument of a convenience. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#architecture

I think I have said enough. ↗

— Cedric Price

#architecture

Por que ele... Não será você? Por que não é como você? Ele vale menos, e, entretanto, gosto mais dele do que de você. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#love #white-nights #why #love