lolita

we loved each other with a premature love,
marked with a fierceness that so often destroys adult lives.

-vladimir nabokov

1 John 3:18

{3:16} we know the love of god in this way: because he laid down his life for us. and so, we must lay down our lives for our brothers.
{3:17} whoever possesses the goods of this world, and sees his brother to be in need, and yet closes his heart to him: in what way does the love of god abide in him?
{3:18} my little sons, let us not love in words only, but in works and in truth.
{3:19} in this way, we will know that we are of the truth, and we will commend our hearts in his sight.
{3:20} for even if our heart reproaches us, god is greater than our heart, and he knows all things.
{3:21} most beloved, if our heart does not reproach us, we can have confidence toward god;

&when the wind blows against the grain

you must follow your heart

no sympathy for the care-LESS

"if you're looking for sympathy you'll find it between shit and syphilis in the dictionary."

david sedaris, barrel fever: stories and essays.

"love is a temporary madness. it erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. and when it subsides you have to make a decision. you have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. because this is what love is. love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. that is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are. love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. your mother and i had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."

-captain corelli's mandolin

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“ perhaps love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself. “

— antoine de saint-exupéry

catcher in the rye

"don't ever tell anybody anything. if you do, you start missing everybody."

-jd salinger

..i'd prefer to miss people. thankyouverymuch.

great advice..

"just heal yourself. learn that you can survive alone, that you don't need a man to feel loved and beautiful."

-francesca lia block, quakeland

<3

the heart is always right-- if there's a question of choosing between the mind and the heart-- because mind is a creation of the society. it has been educated. you have been given it by the society, not by existence. the heart is unpolluted.

-osho

best book ever.

the mixed-up chameleon

professsional liar

thank you joe! (:

unrequited love may be painful, but it is safely painful, because it does not involve inflicting damage on anyone but oneself, a private pain that is as bitter-sweet as it is self-induced. But as soon as love is reciprocated, one must be prepared to give up the passivity of simply being hurt to take on the responsibility of perpetrating hurt oneself.

-alain de botton, on love

most birds were created to fly. being grounded for them is a limitation within their ability to fly, not the other way around. you, on the other hand, were created to be loved. so for you to live as if you were unloved is a limitation, not the other way around.

william p young, the shack

scattered words: beyond mathematics

it's written in the snow. hidden in the stars. & wrapped in paper on christmas eve. it's buried on a desert island. scratched upon a tree. the way she cannot help but smile. the way you hate it when he leaves. it's written in a teenage diary. danced upon a floor. sung from the very depths of your soul as the crowd calls out for more. it's whispered to eternal spirits that watch you from above. it's in the blink of an eye. the slightest of smiles. in luck you can't explain. it rides the back of nervous foxes. glistens in the eyes of fearless robins. in multicolored halos that illuminate the sky. it's dreams come true. hopes achieved. & friends who phone you up to ask you how you've been. it's in frosty morning air. the way she plays with her hair. it's not a care for things they say you need. it's magical. mystical. brighter than gold. a thing that can't be sold. it's goose-bumps on the skin. the way she looks at him. a fable she once told.

i know a place where grown-ups do not go. a place they have forgotten many moons ago. it's not a place with neon lights. it's not bursting at the seams. it's not a place that you can see. it's just a place you feel.

- andre jordan

a love story is not about those who lose their heart but about those who find that sullen inhabitant who, when it is stumbled upon, means the body can fool no one, can fool nothing--not the wisdom of sleep or the habit of social graces. it is a consuming of oneself and the past.
-michael ondaatje, the english patient

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when a man starts to reason, he ceases to feel.
-french proverb

"perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone there who can understand what we are saying, in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved."
-alain de button, essays in love

promise me you'll never forget me,
because if i thought you would,
i'd never leave.

-a.a. milne, winnie the pooh

you said, 'i love you.' why is it that the most unoriginal thing we say to one another is still the thing we long to hear? 'i love you' is always a quotation. you did not say it first & neither did i, yet when you say it & when i say it, we speak like savages who have found three words & worship them.

-jeanette winterson, written on the body



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just a perfect day,
problems all left alone,
weekenders on our own.
it's such fun.
just a perfect day,
you made me forget myself.
i thought i was someone else,
someone good.

-lou reed, perfect day




originally from pearls&tea
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