#pi

No wedding bells for me anymore. I've been happily married to my profession for years. ↗

— Shirley Bassey

#anymore #been #bells #happily #i

I got a head start and ws already hanging upside down when he caught up. All the blood was rushing to my head, making me feel dizzy. "I can't stay like this much longer," I told him."Head rush." He leaned down and stuck his face next to mine, gifting me with a beautiful smile."I know the feeling," he said. "You give me a head rush all the time. ↗

— Jessica Verday

#awwwww-moments #caspian #cute #romance #so-romantic

It is time to get drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk; get drunk without stopping! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#get #martyred #poetry #slaves #stopping

Democracy is supposed to give you the feeling of choice, like Painkiller X and Painkiller Y. But they're both just aspirin. ↗

— Gore Vidal

#both #choice #democracy #feeling #give

Love is pretty much a decision anyway. Just like happiness. You can decide to either love someone or not, be happy or not. The rest is just commitment to the idea. ↗

— Caprice Crane

#heaven-albright #stupid-and-contagious #love

To be strong, and beautiful, and go round making music all the time. Yes, she could do that, and with a very earnest prayer Polly asked for the strength of an upright soul, the beauty of a tender heart, the power to make her life a sweet and stirring song, helpful while it lasted, remembered when it died. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#life #loving #strength-of-spirit #beauty

Modernity is the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, which make up one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immutable. This transitory fugitive element, which is constantly changing, must not be despised or neglected. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#being #changing #constantly #contingent #despised

There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#habitual #happiness #kinds #many #seeking

We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#conception #consumes #down #escaping #every

If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#drama #empty #fiction #filled #jodi-picoult