#log

I realized that a life without you in it was meaningless. The adventure I was living seemed so dull and lackluster when compared to the way my heart fills with happiness when I see you. I could give it all up, and start a new adventure with you, as husband and wife. Let me protect you, let me take care of you. Let me love you. ↗

— Sarah West

#life

At night the cries of cats making love or fighting, their caterwauling in the dark, told us that the world was pure emotion, flung back and forth among its creatures, the agony of the one-eyed Siamese no different from that of the Lisbon girls, and even the trees plunged in feeling. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#anticipation #virgin-suicides #love

Those who speak of progression but are afraid of change are self-repressed and therefore unable to reach any further than their eyes can already see. ↗

— Criss Jami

#afraid #change #cognition #experimentation #eyes

A woman has her Juno, just as a man has his Genius; they are names for the sacred power, the divine spark we each of us have in us. My Juno can't "get into" me, it is already my deepest self. The poet was speaking of Juno as if it were a person, a woman, with likes and dislikes: a jealous woman. The world is sacred, of course, it is full of gods, numina, great powers and presences. We give some of them names--Mars of the fields and the war, Vesta the fire, Ceres the grain, Mother Tellus the earth, the Penates of the storehouse. The rivers, the springs. And in the storm cloud and the light is the great power called the father god. But they aren't people. They don't love and hate, they aren't for or against. They accept the worship due them, which augments their power, through which we live. ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

#gods #mythology #spirituality #worship #love

Smartass Disciple: Which one was first created, time or things? Master of Stupidity: No things, no changes. No changes, no time. ↗

— Toba Beta

#clarity-of-perception #creation #first #logic #things

Psychology either tends to glorify human beings or trivialize them, leaving out the complexity of the human soul and the demands of God. ↗

— Gene Edward Veith Jr.

#psychology #sociology #love

Professionalism is like love: it is made up of the constant flow of little bits of proof that testify to devotion and care. Everything else is pretension or incompetence. ↗

— Tomislav Šola

#heritology #museology #museum #professionalism #šola

...we can never attain a maximum love of God with only a minimum knowledge of God ↗

— Frank J. Sheed

#theology #love

I love you too, Logan ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#love

She had been hesitant the first night, right before she had launched into him like a wild animal. The imprint of her violence had lasted on him well until the morning and while he had been hurt, he had loved the fact that she was into him, that she lusted after him fanatically, that she scratched him, wept on him, bit him and he was grateful that she let him see her like that: unhinged, throbbing and warm-skinned. She was powerful and thus ironically all the more defenceless in surrender. At times he felt as though she truly hated him, hated him for making her feel like this, for having to condescend herself just by wanting him. He felt as though she was warning him constantly through her seething, hurtling silence; to not let her down after she had disclosed so much of her soul to him. Her insecurities, her memories, her fetishes, her scent, her limbs; they had all been laid-bare in front of him and as he lay there next to the girl whose chest heaved and fell like the meter of a ghazal, he fell in love with that girl and her bundle of contradictions.’ ('Left from Dhakeshwari') ↗

— Kunal Sen

#lovers #love