#oh

Alcohol is like love," he said. "The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl's clothes off. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#habitude #love #routine #love

Texting and phone calls, fireworks, blends, café au lait, and music. Yesterday's television. Work and beer. The neighbor's dog, or those strange flowers, the way it smells at Maisen. Those ordinary things I talk about with you. With you... I want to talk about love with you. ↗

— Tomoko Yamashita

#coffee #fireworks #flowers #love #maisen

You cannot compel love," he said finally, "nor summon it at will. Still less," he added ruefully, "can you dismiss it. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#love #love

A puritan is such a one as loves God with all his soul, but hates his neighbor with all his heart. ↗

— Adam Nicolson

#puritans #love

And I feel that I am a man. And I feel that a man is a very important thing - maybe more important than a star. This is not theology. I have no bent toward gods. But I have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. It is a lovely and unique thing in the universe. It is always attacked and never destroyed - because 'thou mayest'. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#john-steinbeck #man #soul #theology #love

I see myself as Kiki de Montparnasse, trying to get Man Ray's attention. (Sofia Navarro, 7th July 2012). ↗

— Sofía Navarro

#boheme #conquista #kiki-de-montparnasse #love #lovers

Never ignore someone who loves you and cares about you. 'Cause one day you may realize you lost the moon while counting stars. ↗

— John O'Callaghan

#john-ocallaghan #love #the-maine #love

His abhorrence and fear of alcohol did not extend to his power as host. He kept a huge cupboard of drinks in the station house and loved to serve large measures to visiting relatives--especially those he disliked--about which there was a definite element of spreading bait for garden snails. ↗

— John McGahern

#hospitality #love

Looking For Love and Looking In All The Wrong Places ↗

— Gordon Rouston

#love

I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it; my Fancy was afraid of it, lest it should burn me up. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures. ↗

— John Keats

#john-keats #love-letters #non-fiction #love