#now

You're such a bitch; I tell I love you and what do you do next? You drop me like a bad habit. Hasn't it occurred to you I may deserve better than a coldhearted hypocrite so full of fears and prejudices she can't tell her head from her ass? I won't beg for anyone's love, and yours is no exception. I deserve a woman that doesn't have to be talked into showing that she cares. Someone who'd trust my commitment to her. ↗

— Elle Aycart

#the-crux-of-the-problem #love

My wealth is in my knowledge of self, love, and spirituality. ↗

— Muhammad Ali

#love #self #spirituality #welath #life

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #poetry #snowflakes #love

I don't know you. I'll give you that very easily. I DON'T know you. I only know things about you, the colour of your hair, the shape of your shoulders, the pools of brown eye, very seductive. I know your temperament. I know some of your expressions. I have a collection of words written by you. You share a few ideas. You use too many adjectives. But I don't know anything about who, exactly, you are, in fact. ↗

— Bill Shapiro

#love

When prayer, rituals and ascetic life are just a means of self-indulgence, they are harmful rather than beneficial. This is quite obvious to people nowadays, when it is widely recognised that fixations are not the same as valuable and laudable observances. One should not pray if that prayer is vanity; rituals are wrong when they provide lower satisfactions, like emotional stimulus instead of enlightenment; he or she should not be an ascetic who is only enjoying it. ↗

— Idries Shah

#love #sufis #truth #way #wisdom

Something is conscious of us. It listens as it plays upon the instruments that we are. It takes delight in the cacophony, an orchestration so grand it is far beyond our contemplation. It is masterful, elegant, swift, and awesome. It is the Song of the Universe—and more. It is our Composer, and one who loves beyond conditions, beyond the beyond. If the law of ‘as above, so below’ holds true, then we too are composers. We too sing songs that breathe shape into reality. But are we listening? Are we paying attention to the compositions we create? ↗

— Dielle Ciesco

#composition #song-of-the-universe #the-unknown-mother #love

An adamant silence overcomes you when cross paths with the person that kisses your heart the second that you meet them. It balances on the edge of an indefinable unknown, unconsciously desired. ↗

— Carl Henegan

#heart #love #silence #unknown #love

When love, that dandelion fluff, that always comes and goes with the first wind thread, will pass on to your door, then you will know you met me... ↗

— Octavian Paler

#you-will-know-you-met-me #love

People who know little are usually great talkers, while men who know much say little. ↗

— Jean-Jacques Rousseau

#know #little #men #much #people

In my youth, it was my good luck to have a few good teachers, men and women, who came into my head and lit a match. ↗

— Yann Martel

#men