#si

For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#memories #music #relationships #romance #love

She would never tell him and was ashamed to admit it, even to herself, but she’d fallen in love with him the instant she’d seen him. She’d been taken at gunpoint to the alleyway outside a gallery showing her paintings and had seen a powerful man, not tall but immensely broad. He was facing three armed thugs and he hadn’t looked frightened at all. He’d looked dangerous. And she’d fallen. ↗

— Lisa Marie Rice

#love

How far is too far? When you love a band so much that its songs fill the empty spaces inside your head and heart, is that too far? ↗

— Bert Murray

#music #love

That was how she saw the storyteller for the last time - in an absolutely silent world, in a staircase. He'd hit his target. When she fell into darkness, she knew that she would never see him again. She'd love him to the very end. ↗

— Antonia Michaelis

#anna-and-abel #anna-leemann #love #silent #love

bitch power is the juice, the sweat, the blood that keeps pop music going. Rick James helped me understand the lesson of the eighth-grade dance: Bitch power rules the world. If the girls don't like the music, they sit down and stop the show. You gotta have a crowd if you wanna have a show. And the girls are the show. We're talking absolute monarchy, with no rules of succession. Bitch power. She must be obeyed. She must be feared. ↗

— Rob Sheffield

#music #rick-james #women #love

When someone who's starved of love is shown something that looks like sincere affection, is it any wonder that she jumps at it and clings to it? ↗

— Sayo Masuda

#geisha #heart-broken #japan #love #masuda

Bahujanahitāya bahujanasukhāya lokānukampāya: For the good of the many, for the happiness of the many, out of compassion for the world. ↗

— Gautama Buddha

#buddhism #compassion #greater-good #love #tolerance

A religion, even if it calls itself a religion of love, must be hard and unloving to those who do not belong to it. ↗

— Sigmund Freud

#sigmund-freud #love

I don't know much about kisses, but I can assure you that hers were no less fierce than a swarm of bullets tearing the air ↗

— Xavier Velasco

#assure #bullets #hers #kiss #kisses

Love born in the brain is more spirited, doubtless, than true love, but it has only flashes of enthusiasm; it knows itself too well, it criticizes itself incessantly; so far from banishing thought, it is itself reared only upon a structure of thought. ↗

— Stendhal

#passion #psychology #thought #love