#yea

You and I, we must carry on, Gemma. I cannot afford the luxury of love. I must marry well. And now I must look after you. It is my duty." "If you wish to suffer, you do so of your own free will, not on my behalf. Or Father's or Grandmama's or anyone's. You are a fine physician, Thomas. Why is that not enough?" "Because it isn't," he says with a rare candor. "Only this and the hope of nothing more? A quiet respectability with no true greatness or heroism in it, with only my reputation to recommend me. So you see, Gemma, you are not the only one who cannot rule her own life. ↗

— Libba Bray

#control #gemma-doyle #life #love #responsibility

Romantic Ireland's dead and gone It's with O' Leary in the grave (September 1913) ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#irish-politics #yeats #romantic

It was understood that they shared the same thresholds--the same inexhaustible appetite for wasting time, for discussing lofty ideas, for dissecting trivial things, for driving to nowhere in particular, for listening to music, for talking about books, for obsessing over pop culture, but mostly for laughing, talking, and simply being together. There was nothing one could say that the other would find too cruel or too kind. And on those rare occasions when they did tire of each other, they needed only go a day without talking before they yearned to reconnect. ↗

— Galt Niederhoffer

#books #cruel #discussing #dissecting #driving

Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right. ↗

— Oprah Winfrey

#new-year #chance

And then I feel as if I'm witnessing a miracle, as ever so slowly she raises her face towards the moon. I watch her drink in the sight, sensing the flood of memories she's unleashed and wanting nothing more than to let her know I'm here. But instead I stay where I am and stare up at the moon as well. And for the briefest instant, it almost feels like we're together again. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#moonlight #yearning #miracles

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is lost The best lack all conviction, while the worst are filled with passionate intensity. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#anarchy

Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

#new-years #new-years-eve #snow

Papa, I'm ashamed that you think women are so simple. We can make decisions for ourselves too, you know. I'm not a child or a baby anymore, so I'm allowed to speak my mind. And if you don't wish to hear it, just tell me so and I'll go into another room-but I'll speak it anyway. I want this for myself as much as I've never wanted the diplomatic corps and I'm going to get it-even if I have to do it alone. Excuse me. ↗

— Steve Kluger

#my-most-excellent-year #witty #women #witty

Be not wishing and pining, but thankfully content.  For it is a short bridge between wanting and regret." - from "Dimpellumpzki ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#contentment #gratefulness #longing #pine #pining

A friend... sort of. Ren watches me like I'm a cookie jar he wouldn't mind being caught with his hands in. ↗

— Andrea Cremer

#yearning #simile