#pre

Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command. ↗

— Alan Watts

#command #feel #love #love is #never

I had no doubt that Tiny thought he got depressed, but that was probably because he had nothing to compare it to. Still, what could I say? that I didn't just feel depressed - instead, it was like the depression was the core of me, of every part of me, from my mind to my bones? That if he got blue, I got black? That I hated those pills so much because I knew how much I relied on them to live? No, I couldn't say any of this because when it all comes down to it, nobody wants to hear it. No matter how much they like you or love you, they don't want to hear it. ↗

— John Green

#love

If we act like prey, they’ll act like predators ↗

— Alyxandra Harvey

#fear #hunting #prey #truth #love

What has mood to do with it? You fight when the necessity arises—no matter the mood! Mood's a thing for cattle or making love or playing the baliset. It's not for fighting. ↗

— Frank Herbert

#fighting #gurney-halleck #practice #preparation #training

Without sacrifice, true love is incomprehensible. ↗

— Toba Beta

#sacrifice #true-love #love

Here too it’s masquerade, I find: As everywhere, the dance of mind. I grasped a lovely masked procession, And caught things from a horror show… I’d gladly settle for a false impression, If it would last a little longer, though. ↗

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

#fake #false #illusion #impression #mask

His face contained for me all possibilities of fierceness and sweetness, pride and submissiveness, violence, self-containment. I never saw more in it than I had when I saw it first, because I saw everything then. The whole thing in him that I was going to love, and never catch or explain. ↗

— Alice Munro

#love #love

Preston pulled me up against his chest and cupped my face in his hands. “I love you. I love you so damn much it consumes me. I don’t deserve you, but I’m gonna become the man who does deserve you. I promise you. I’ll make you proud of me.”I reached up and ran my thumb over his lips. “I am and will always be proud of you. I want the world to know you’re mine. ↗

— Abbi Glines

#preston #love

But it doesn't make sense for you to love me... ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#love

Sometimes the emptiness in a room becomes palpable as if you could reach out and touch it real, hear its silence, feel its black nothingness. It invades your spirit, your soul like a stealthy misperception; a liquid lie that whispers and will not die, and makes you fight to stay alive. ↗

— Gloria Smith

#lonely #love #pain #love