#lovers

When you give your heart away, you usually get it back in pieces, fragments. And often, a great deal of time passes before you realize that every piece wasn’t returned to you—and probably never will be. You crave nothing more than to get those small—but vital—fragments back; to return to the unbroken, undamaged version of yourself. But what's been broken cannot be unbroken, and so all you can do is learn to live with the void of the missing pieces, to somehow find beauty in the wreckage. And so I did. Sophie Lenon ↗

— Krystal McLean

#broken-heart #dark #hope #lovers #romance

Some white people hate black people, and some white people love black people, some black people hate white people, and some black people love white people. So you see it's not an issue of black and white, it's an issue of Lovers and Haters. ↗

— Eden Ahbez

#black and white #hate #haters #issue #love

He didn't ask because he didn't wanted to know. If you know, moments die an instant death. She held his hand in hers; hiding them like a pearl; her coral eyes ensconcing his pain. ↗

— Aporva Kala

#death

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

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

Nature has no principles. She makes no distinction between good and evil. ↗

— Anatole France

#down #love #lovers #their #truly

Forget the damned motor car and build the cities for lovers and friends. ↗

— Lewis Mumford

#car #cities #damned #forget #friends