#rite

In the name of being social, we learn to ignore our natural instinct. Society keeps dictating do's and don'ts which we keep obeying day in and day out. ↗

— Chitralekha Paul

#society #writers #writing #nature

She is a mortal danger without meaning to be one; she's exquisite without giving ita thought; shes a trap set by nature, a rose in which love lies in ambush! Anyone who has seen her smile has known perfection. She creates grace without movement and makes all divinity fit into her slightest gesture. And neither Venus in her shell, nor Diana striding in the great, blossoming forest, can compare to her when she goes through the streets of paris in her sedan chair. ↗

— Edmond Rostand

#love

I want you to make love to me. I want to go to your room, your bed, be under you, feel you inside me, see your eyes, feel your body and know…we're together. I don't know if that's love or just need, but I know I need you. I need that with you. I need what I've never known and I need it from you. Only you. And it may destroy everything or build something. I really don't know. I just know…Please make love to me. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#mirror-of-my-soul #tyler #love

But whatever lies beyond…You've helped me remember why it's worth fighting. Living. Even when the lines get so confusing you think you're losing your mind. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#mirror-of-my-soul #tyler #nature

We're gonna kill you. Just like we did your pathetic little ally... what was her name? Rue? Well first Rue, then, you, and I think we'll just let nature take care of Lover Boy. How's that sound? ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#favorite-hunger-games-quote #nature

How become a writer? Naturally. ↗

— Edward Abbey

#nature

Tyler." She looked up at him. "This is blasphemous." He couldn't resist the heat of his desire, not with her mouth wet with rain and his kiss. Her neck and breasts were beaded with drops while the soft pinkness of her flesh showed through the cotton dress. Lovely, natural. "This isn't sin." He managed the words in a voice thick with want. "It's sacred. Everything I do with you, every touch, every kiss, every word murmured in reverence against your flesh, is sacred. And you're cold. I want to warm you. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#tyler #love

See? Small steps. Just take it one thing at a time and you'll be fine. Angel, I'm not going to hurt you. You know that, right? Can you nod for me? Breathe a little?" Tender humor mixed with the concern in his face could undo her. And give her reassurance. She was rather amazed at the combination. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#marguerite #tyler #nature

...how many writers still dare compare a woman to Nature, like Campion? - there is a garden in her face - how lovely... ↗

— John Geddes

#garden #nature #writers #writing-advice #love

When many story-tellers occupy themselves with a social world which offers no great variety of lively action, their stories will probably resemble one another as to many of the major incidents, and if they draw on these limited resources like spend thrifts such resemblances will be inevitable--and therefore not significant. ↗

— Mary Lascelles

#social-world #storytelling #writers #art