“I want love to be simple. I want to trust without thinking. I want to be generous with my affection and patience and love unconditionally. It is easier to love a person with their flaws than to weed through them. I want to love the whole person, not parts; and this is how I want to be loved.”
― Chasing Down the Dawn
― Chasing Down the Dawn
“And I guess that in some way I'm falling for you because you are who you are. It's easy to sleep with you because there's no bullshit and you make me feel safe. But this all started because I gave in to a crazy impulse. It doesn't happen very often, and I hadn't planned it.”
― The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest
― The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest
“Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.”
― The Diary of a Young Girl
― The Diary of a Young Girl
“It's like scarlet fever: one has to get it over."
"Then one should invent a way of inoculating love, like vaccination.”
― Anna Karenina
"Then one should invent a way of inoculating love, like vaccination.”
― Anna Karenina
“How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.”
― The Merchant of Venice
Here will we sit and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.”
― The Merchant of Venice
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