#one

He raised himself above her pallid face and kissed her on both closed eyes and thought: she thinks she is taking and does not know that she is giving; in her loneliness she has fled to me and does not suspect my loneliness. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#love #love

You can say the opposite of something you've said but you can't do the opposite of something you've done. ↗

— Jose Bergamin

#opposite #said #say #something #you

She deserved at least one person who saw her and knew how good she was. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#loneliness #lonely #love #love

We will see every human beings as Christ and we will help Hindus to be better Hindus, Muslims to be better Muslims, and Christians to be better Christians"(Mother Teresa). ↗

— Maryanne Raphael

#honesty-love #selfless-service #love

The more I pursue God, the more I realize that he is inherently different from us. He does not protect his possessions and hoard his toys. He does not look for ways to make us jealous of him, though he, the God Most High, is jealous for us. ↗

— John D. Richardson

#god-s-love #humanity #jealous #love #money

Fate had dedicated that love’s path would not run smoothly. Katie kept a secret from her husband and can they survive this? She had a lump in her breast. She was terrified it was cancer; her mum had died of it. A month later she got so sick she collapsed and had to be hospitalized. Tests revealed she had inoperable cancer. Surgery was no use nor was chemotherapy or radiography ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#honey-trap #irish-writer #love

Katie appeared as a ghost and cradled him in her arms and carried him, a frail dying version of her old husband, to heaven. The radio which was powered off suddenly comes on and played their song Follow Me. Nobody could see her only Ronan and he smiled and says “I knew you would come back for me love ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#honey-trap #irish-writer #love

Love I must forego. I am not a man with an income. ↗

— Emma Frances Dawson

#love #money #love

Lei aveva scoperto a poco a poco l'incertezza dei passi del marito, i turbamenti d'umore, le crepe della memoria, l'abitudine recenti di singhiozzare nel sonno, ma non li aveva considerati segni inequivocabili della ruggine finale, bensì un ritorno felice all'infanzia. Per questo non lo trattava come un vecchio difficile ma come un bambino senile, e quell'inganno era stato provvidenziale per entrambi avendoli messi in salvo dalla compassione. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#senilità #love

Screw the money, the fancy cars, expensive suites, I want you and only you. ↗

— Jacqueline Altamirano

#money #love