#lover

Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations. ↗

— Lord Byron

#because #friends #generally #indeed #jealousy

Man's love is of man's life a part; it is a woman's whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love. ↗

— Lord Byron

#first #her #life #love #love is

While some dismiss the Bible as a dusty old book, I view its pages as portals to adventure. Not only is the book chock-full of clever plots and compelling stories, but it’s laced with historical insights and literary beauty. When I open the Scripture, I imagine myself exploring an ancient kingdom . . . With every encounter, I learn something new about their life journeys and am reminded that the Bible is more than a record of the human quest for God: it’s the revelation of God’s quest for us.” - Scouting the Divine ↗

— Margaret Feinberg

#margaret-feinberg #scouting-the-divine #beauty

Fate was a reality, but it wasn’t a beautiful or angelic thing. It was a heart-wrenching nightmare. And we’d fallen blindly into it. We had no escape. It was happening, and it was up to me to guarantee our survival of it. (Eric) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#beautiful #choice #destiny #fate #fiction

I am a lover of truth, a worshipper of freedom, a celebrant at the altar of language and purity and tolerance. ↗

— Stephen Fry

#am #freedom #i #i am #language

Romantic lovers require from each other at least the facade of reason: We desire to be what romantic love makes us appear in the other's eyes. We want to imagine we are deserving of the love we inspire. ↗

— Maggie Gallagher

#deserving #desire #each #eyes #facade

A lover may be a shadowy creature, but husbands are made of flesh and blood. ↗

— Amy Levy

#creature #flesh #husbands #lover #made

True, He is infinite Majesty, but He is also infinite Goodness and infinite Love. There can be no greater Lord than God; neither can there be a more ardent lover than He. ↗

— Alphonsus Liguori

#ardent #god #goodness #greater #infinite

The sheath that held her soul had assumed significance - that was all. She was a sun, radiant, growing, gathering light and storing it - then after an eternity pouring it forth in a glance, the fragment of a sentence, to that part of him that cherished all beauty and all illusion. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#gloria-gilbert #lovers #people #radiance #sun

So the lover must struggle for words. ↗

— T. S. Eliot

#must #struggle #words