#mut

You don't know how you haunt and bewilder me. You don't know how the cursed carelessness that is over-officious in helping me at every other turning of my life WON'T help me here. You have struck it dead, I think, and I sometimes wish you had struck me dead along with it. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#eugene-wrayburn #our-mutual-friend #life

Love, though said to be afflicted with blindness, is a vigilant watchman. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#love #our-mutual-friend #love

It is hard for us to recognize it now, but Peter and Paul were introducing the first Christian family to an entirely new community, a community that transcends the rigid hierarchy of human institutions, a community in which submission is mutual and all are free. ↗

— Rachel Held Evans

#community #family #mutuality #submission #family

Love enables mutual trust among strangers. ↗

— Toba Beta

#love #mutual-trust #strangers #love

I tried cutting myself to express my heartbreak over Tommy (Lord Flood) rejecting me, but OMFG it hurts like flaming fuck. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#hurt #love #pain #self-mutilation #love

Tumbling into a dark, Lewis Carroll labyrinth of filth, pursuing a white rabbit of smut! ↗

— Russell Brand

#lewis-carroll #smutty #humor

A girl's body was a prize. It had to be more than asked for. It had to be earned, worshipped, and avowed. ↗

— Leanna Renee Hieber

#respect #love

Not saving you from this storm, mutant,” he said. “Saving you for your later fate, we are.” His voice was weirdly inflected and metallic, like an automated answering machine. “Oh, good. Yoda captured us,” Fang whispered. ↗

— James Patterson

#lol #machine #mutant #robot #star-wars

— Even now, I can see the World wheeling on its axis . . . I shout at it: —                             CEASE. CHANGE, —                                                                           OR CEASE. The World says right back: — I must chop down the Tree of Life to make coffins . . . ↗

— Frank Bidart

#death #life #mutability #stasis #change

We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away; It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free. Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability! ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#emotions #future #life #mutability #past