#mari

...the more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. ↗

— Jane Austen

#marianne-dashwood #sense-and-sensibility #love

I encountered in the street a penniless young man who was in love. His hat was old and his jacket worn, with holes at the elbows; water soaked through his shoes, but starlight flooded through his soul. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#love

Is there anything love couldn't make us do? --MARTIAL, C.E. C.40-104 ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#highlander #karen-marie-moning #love #martial #spell-of-the-highlander

... and it seemed to her that time stopped, that her body melted into his as if she were without nerve or bone or will, and his kiss was like fire and ice on her lips. ↗

— Marion Zimmer Bradley

#arthurian #love #marion-zimmer-bradley #love

LOVE" is the Answer... Whatever the Question.... ↗

— Marianne

#love

And Phoebe and Sebastian went their separate ways, to the blacksmith shop and the library, after several backward glances that weren't coordinated enough to allow either to know that the other one was looking. ↗

— Jean Ferris

#glances #jean-ferris #looks #love #phoebe

Phoebe was thinking, Insubordinate. What a lovely word. And when was the last time she'd heard a nice-looking young man use it? Why-never, that's when. What a treat. And to have a ruler who could say conscientious and citizenry in the same sentence. Lovely. ↗

— Jean Ferris

#lovely #phoebe #thrice-upon-a-marigold #words #love

elle ne pensait plus à lui comme le fiancé impossible mais comme à l'époux certain à qui elle se devait tout entière. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#mari #love

True artistry in perfumery is the marriage of notes that may juxtapose each other but become harmonious in a blend. Born of pure creativity and an astounding knowledge of literally thousands of synthetics and hundreds of Essential oils, they must possess the ability to marry disparate and conjugal notes into a harmonious blend. ↗

— Marian Bendeth

#global-fragrance-expert #marian-bendeth #perfumes #sixth-scents #marriage

Linnaeus's last lesson, of which he himself was unaware, was that professorships kill philosophers. Oh, I'm vain enough to want my burgeoning Flora Japonica to be published one day--as a votive offering to human knowledge--but a seat at Uppsala, or Leiden, or Cambridge, holds no allure. My heart is the East's in this lifetime. This is my third year in Nagasaki, and I have work enough for another three, or six. During the court embassy I can see landscapes no European botanist ever saw. My seminarians are keen young men--with one young woman--and visiting scholars bring me specimens from all over the empire. ↗

— David Mitchell

#men