#ka

It's a very remarkable story." "Remarkable's a well-chosen word. It doesn't give you away. ↗

— James Hilton

#remarkable #review #story #humor

They will say I smoked cigarettes and marijuana, cursed hoarse as a crow in all my languages, and loved morphine and Demerol and tequila and pulque, women and men. I will shrug my illusion of shoulders and answer that I am a water woman, not a vessel, not something you can sail or charter. I am instead the tributary, the river, the fluid source, and the sea itself. I am all her rainy implications. And what do you, with your rusted compass, know of love? ↗

— Kate Braverman

#love

So I’m into men now, even though they can be frightening. I want a schedule-keeping, waking-up-early, wallet-carrying, non-Velcro-shoe-wearing man. ↗

— Mindy Kaling

#mindy-kaling #humor

It will pass, it will all pass, we're going to be so happy! If our love could grow any stronger it would grow stronger because there is something horrifying in it, ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#love

Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art o social life. ↗

— Letitia Elizabeth Landon

#frozen #great #great art #large #life

Do you realize that people don't know how to read Kafka simply because they want to decipher him? Instead of letting themselves be carried away by his unequaled imagination, they look for allegories — and come up with nothing but clichés: life is absurd (or it is not absurd), God is beyond reach (or within reach), etc. You can understand nothing about art, particularly modern art, if you do not understand that imagination is a value in itself. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#art

When I love someone, I am blind for his/her flaws. When I hate someone, I am blind for his/her perfection ↗

— Ria Tumimomor

#love

Yes, I suppose so," answered Anna, as though wondering at the boldness of his question; but the irrepressible, quivering brilliance of her eyes and her smile set him on fire as she said it. ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#love #vronsky #love

If Sawtooth could put words to the brambled knot forming in his throat, he would tell her: Girl, don't go. I am marooned in this place without you. What I feel for you is more than love. It's stronger, peninsular. You connect me to the Mainland. You are my leg of land over dark water. ↗

— Karen Russell

#out-to-sea #love

The Purpose of Philosophy is to fall in Love. To strip the world of all its clothes, and fall in Love with it as it stand before you completely naked. ↗

— Ilyas Kassam

#love #philosophy #philosophy-of-life #life