#rapture

Whilst in Prussia poets only speak of the love of country as one of the dearest of all human affections, here there is no man who does not feel, and describe with rapture, how much he loves his country. ↗

— Karl Philipp Moritz

#country #dearest #describe #does #feel

Something new has taken place in the past five to eight years. Technologists are providing almost religious visions, and their ideas are resonating in some ways with the same idea of the Rapture. ↗

— Eric Horvitz

#eight #five #idea #ideas #in the past

A lie will easily get you out of a scrape, and yet, strangely and beautifully, rapture possesses you when you have taken the scrape and left out the lie. ↗

— Charles Edward Montague

#easily #get #left #lie #out

It's neither and it's both. That's the perfect kind of art. Labels only detract from the artist's intention. ↗

— Ted Dekker

#christian-fiction #creative-process #rapture-ready #writing #art

Because yeah, females could be vanity hounds and most preferred their dates to have hair. Black, blond, red, it didn't matter, as long as the locks were thick and lustrous. And here was a news flash for little Miss Giggles: when he allowed his to grow, it was dark brown, nearly jet, with hints of gold and worthy of a fucking lion. Not that he was feeling defensive or anything. ↗

— Gena Showalter

#dating

Growing up, she felt so unworthy of having her deepest desires satisfied, of being loved absolutely. She didn't feel that way anymore. ↗

— Sylvain Reynard

#gabriel-s-rapture #love

Then she looked away, dismissing him as if she’d found him to be substandard. All right, then. She didn’t find him attractive. Good. In fact, he kept his head shaved to a glossy shine for just that reason. He was a man willing to do anything to discourage feminine attention. Because yeah, females could be vanity hounds and most preferred their dates to have hair. Black, blond, red, it didn’t matter, as long as the locks were thick and lustrous. And here was a news flash for little Miss Giggles: when he allowed his to grow, it was dark brown, nearly jet, with hints of gold and worthy of a fucking lion. ↗

— Gena Showalter

#dark-taste-of-rapture #gena-showalter #hector #dating

I can't wait to make you the love of my mortal life. ↗

— Lauren Kate

#love #rapture #life

Art and Religion are, then, two roads by which men escape from circumstance to ecstasy. Between aesthetic and religious rapture there is a family alliance. Art and Religion are means to similar states of mind. ↗

— Clive Bell

#alliance #art #between #circumstance #ecstasy

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more. ↗

— George Byron

#i #i love #intrudes #less #lonely