#sea

As a confirmed melancholic, I can testify that the best and maybe only antidote for melancholia is action. However, like most melancholics, I suffer also from sloth. ↗

— Edward Abbey

#cures #depression #depression-humor #modern-life #humor

The heart does not always make sense, Ruby. It wants what it wants, even if what it desires does not want it back. ~Sean ↗

— Amber Lynn Natusch

#fractured #love #sean #love

I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness - a real thorough-going illness. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#disease #fyodor-dostoyevsky #illness #intellect #notes-from-the-underground

What about me? I love you so much... And I tried to make you go away... I killed you and it didn't help. And I hate it! I hate that it's so hard... and that you can hurt me so much. I know everything that you did, because you did it to me. Oh, God! I wish that I wished you dead. I don't. I can't. Strong is fighting! It's hard, and it's painful, and it's every day. It's what we have to do. And we can do it together. But if you're too much of a coward for that, then burn. If I can't convince you that you belong in this world, then I don't know what can. But do not expect me to watch. And don't expect me to mourn for you, because... ↗

— Joss Whedon

#buffy-summers #joss-whedon #season- #love

Tawny shrugged. "I was overreacting. Typical big sister move. He explained why he did it, and it makes sense, in a slightly twisted way. He's not a bad guy. He's just a jerk. But a nice one." "That doesn't make any sense." "Men rarely do. ↗

— Chelsea M. Cameron

#funny #hunter-zaccadelli #my-favorite-mistake #tawny-caldwell #taylor-and-tawny

One clear night while the others slept, I climbed the stairs to the roof of the house and under a sky strewn with stars I gazed at the sea, at the spread of it, the rolling crests of it raked by the wind, becoming like bits of lace tossed in the air. I stood in the long whispering night, waiting for something, a sign, the approach of a distant light, and I imagined you coming closer, the dark waves of your hair mingling with the sea, and the dark became desire, and desire the arriving light. The nearness, the momentary warmth of you as I stood on that lonely height watching the slow swells of the sea break on the shore and turn briefly into glass and disappear... Why did I believe you would come out of nowhere? Why with all that the world offers would you come only because I was here? ↗

— Mark Strand

#mark-strand #imagination

يذكر ما كانت تقوله : معك أشعر أني أذكى من حقيقتي و أنني أجمل . معك لا أحتاج إلى سواك ، لا إلى بشر ولا إلى أشياء ↗

— بهاء طاهر

#lovers #sea #stories #love