#oldness

YOUR COLD BLOOD CANNOT BE WORKED INTO A FEVER; YOUR VEINS ARE FULL OF ICE WATER; BUT MINE ARE BOILING, AND THE SIGHT OF SUCH CHILLNESS MAKES THEM DANCE. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#love #love

They can only kill us once. ↗

— Immaculee Ilibagiza

#immortality #holocaust

Love may be harder to find in some people, but when they do love you know it must be something marvelous. ↗

— Criss Jami

#bitterness #cold #coldness #difficulties #discernment

You overrate my capacity of love. I don't posess half the warmth of nature you believe me to have. An unprotected childhood in a cold world has beaten gentleness out of me. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#love

He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman. ↗

— Gaston Leroux

#despise #hate #love #love

When a nation which has long groaned under the intolerable yoke of a tyrant rises at last and throws off its chains, do you call that weakness? The man who, to rescue his house from the flames, finds his physical strength redoubled, so that he lifts burdens with ease which in the absence of excitement he could scarcely move; he who under the rage of an insult attacks and puts to flight half a score of his enemies,—are such persons to be called weak? My good friend, if resistance be strength, how can the highest degree of resistance be a weakness? ↗

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

#love #resistance #strength #weakness #love

When he returned, Edith was in bed with the covers pulled to her chin, her face turned upward, her eyes closed, a thin frown creasing her forehead. Silently, as if she were asleep, Stoner undressed and got into bed beside her. For several moments he lay with his desire, which had become an impersonal thing, belonging to himself alone. He spoke to Edith, as if to find a haven for what he felt; she did not answer. He punt his hand upon her and felt beneath the thin cloth of her nightgown the flesh he had longed for. He moved his hand upon her; she did not stir; her frown deepened. Again he spoke, saying her name to silence; then he moved his hand upon her, gentle in his clumsiness. When he touched the softness of her thighs she turned her head sharply away and lifted her arm to cover her eyes. She made no sound. ↗

— John Williams

#love #sex #love

I want to take my rightful share of life by force, I want to give lavishly, I want love to flow from my heart, to ripen and bear fruit. There are many horizons that must be visited, fruit that must be plucked, books read, and white pages in the scrolls of life to be inscribed with vivid sentences in a bold hand. ↗

— Tayeb Salih

#carpe-diem #inspirational #inspirational

For her, sex was nothing more than an itch. And this phsychological and physiological neutrality of hers at once relieved her of so many human emotions and sentiments and desires. Sexual neutrality was the essence of coldness in an individual. It was a great and wonderful thing to be born with. ↗

— Ian Fleming

#desire #emotion #neutrality #sentiment #sex

The more we see ourselves as a vibrant, successful, inspiring person who boldly declares and manifests her vision, the more we become just that. ↗

— Kristi Bowman

#empowerment #empowerment-of-women #inspirational #self-development #self-esteem