#love

She had seen what it cost him and her heart quickened with compassion. For that alone, she might have loved him almost. ↗

— Cecilia Dart-Thornton

#kindness #love #sacrifice #love

There will be, in the next generation or so, a pharmacological method of making people love their servitude, and producing dictatorship without tears, so to speak, producing a kind of painless concentration camp for entire societies, so that people will in fact have their liberties taken away from them, but will rather enjoy it, because they will be distracted from any desire to rebel by propaganda or brainwashing, or brainwashing enhanced by pharmacological methods. And this seems to be the final revolution ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#government #wisodm #love

It is reasonable to love the Absolute absolutely for the same reason it is reasonable to love the relative relatively. ↗

— Peter Kreeft

#absolutism #catholicism #christianity #god #jesus-shock

Въпреки всичко можех да бъда щастлива само с теб. Въпреки всичко аз бях обичана и знаех, че съм обичана. Но това не ми стигаше. Исках да бъда обичана много, твърде много. Ако не толкова много, колкото обичах самата аз — това не беше възможно, — то поне приблизително толкова. Имах ли право да искам такава обич? ↗

— Reşat Nuri Güntekin

#love

It was very still. The tree was tall and straggling. It had thrown its briers over a hawthorn-bush, and its long streamers trailed thick, right down to the grass, splashing the darkness everywhere with great spilt stars, pure white. In bosses of ivory and in large splashed stars the roses gleamed on the darkness of foliage and stems and grass. Paul and Miriam stood close together, silent, and watched. Point after point the steady roses shone out to them, seeming to kindle something in their souls. The dusk came like smoke around, and still did not put out the roses. ↗

— D.H. Lawrence

#nature #love

She'd never shaken off the feeling of being damaged by her ignorance of Love, of what it might be like to be wholly possessed by the archetypal, capitalized djinn, the yearning towards, the blurring of the boundaries of the self, the unbuttoning, until you were open from your adam's-apple to your crotch: just words, because she didn't know the thing. ↗

— Salman Rushdie

#love

Eva burst out laughing, remembering the complete wardrobe makeover she'd had to perform on Alexei after she opened his closet and found some of the busiest open-collared, polyester dress shirts known to man. ↗

— Theodora Taylor

#interracial-romance #love

It occurred to Susan that men were always waiting for something cataclysmic--love or war or a giant asteroid. Every man wanted to be a hot-headed Bruce Willis character, fighting against the evil foreign enemy while despising the domestic bureaucracy. Men just wanted to focus on one big thing, leaving the thousands of smaller messes for the women around them to clean up. ↗

— Bonnie Jo Campbell

#bureaucracy #cataclysm #focus #men #women

If one would praise the Almighty, one must then revel in His works, and take them whole, adore their very grossness, savor the oozing quiddity of that slime of which He seems to be inordinately fond. Love is not nice. God's love assuredly is not; and human love, its copy, must not presume to be so. ↗

— Eric Frank Russell

#interesting #love #love

Oh, Elizabeth," he murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on her mouth, "I love you so much. You must believe me." "I believe you," she said softly, "because in your eyes, I see what I feel in my heart. ↗

— Julia Quinn

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