#sir

...Desire, a function central to all human experience, is the desire for nothing nameable. And at the same time this desire lies at the origin of every variety of animation. If being were only what it is, there wouldn’t even be room to talk about it. Being comes into existence as an exact function of this lack. ↗

— Jacques Lacan

#desire #existence #lacan #lack #experience

Time is not a means to keep or prove your worth in the world, but a means to experience the richness of all that is. ↗

— Elizabeth Grace Saunders

#happiness-life #inspiration #life-balance #self-improvement #self-worth

All who call on God in true faith, earnestly from the heart, will certainly be heard, and will receive what they have asked and desired. ↗

— Martin Luther

#asked #call #certainly #desired #earnestly

Today is today, only today... tomorrow...it will only be yesterday. ↗

— L. Curt Erler

#energy #faith #industrious #inspiration #faith

I know [Umbridge] by reputation and I'm sure she's no Death Eater-" "She's foul enough to be one..." "Yes, but the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#dolores-umbridge #evil #good #harry-potter #sirius-black

We can think only of creatures, of things He's made. Creatures are all we know, and can be all we know until we know Him. When we think of Him like that, we find we can't believe. He can't be like a creature any more than a carpenter is like a table. ↗

— Gene Wolfe

#faith #sir-able #the-creator #faith

For a moment, there was silnece, and then at Brooke's nod, the rest of the Squad, minus me, chimed in. "Yes, sir." I said nothing. For one thing, I wasn't exactly keen on speaking in unison, and for another, I wasn't about to make any promises I couldn't keep. "Toby." I jumped in my seat. The Voice actually knew my name. And somehow, he had the freaky ability to ascertain that of all of us, I was the one who hadn't responded. "Do you understand?" I contemplated telling him what I didn't understand was his familial relationshiops, but stayed momentarily silent, causing everyone within a three-foot radius to kick me under the table at once. "Ow!" I cleared my throat. "I mean, yes." I didn't throw the sir on the end, but apparently, that was good enough for the Voice. "Excellent. Report in tonight, and we'll have more information for you all tomorrow. And girl?" "Yes?" "Congratulations on the homecoming nominations. We're all very proud. ↗

— Jennifer Lynn Barnes

#girls #promises #silence #sir #squad

If you suffer and make your loved ones suffer, there is nothing that can justify your desire. ↗

— Thich Nhat Hanh

#suffering #art

He had to feel those lips on him again. Had. To. This wasn’t a mild expression of preference. This was an imperative. His body was insistent. To continue his existence on this earth, he now needed the following: food, water, shelter, clothing, and Minerva Highwood’s lips. ↗

— Tessa Dare

#passion #sweet #food

He expected pages and pages of bright pictures of pancakes of every variety shown in plain stacks, or built into castles or bridges or igloos, or shaped like airplanes or rowboats or fire engines. And pitchers of syrup to choose from -- partridge berry syrup, thimbleberry syrup, huckleberry syrup, bosenberry syrup, and raspberry syrup. Then there would be cheese plates and cheeses a la carte. Creamy cheeses, crumbly cheeses, and peculiar little cheeses in peculiar little clay pots. ↗

— Michael Hoeye

#breakfast #brunch #desire #food #imagination