love
What wouldn’t you do to be held? Don’t tell me you’ve never taped shut your own mouth.
Franny Choi • Floating, Brilliant, Gone
“I have no need to forgive you. You cannot offend me.”
Madeline Miller • The Song of Achilles: A Novel
You believe in your partner; that is your task. But how that person acts with regard to your expectations and trust is other people’s tasks. When you push your wishes without having drawn that line, before you know it you’re engaging in stalker-like intervention. Suppose your partner did not act as you had wished. Would you still be able to believe... See more
Notes & Highlights for The Courage to Be Disliked by Ichiro Kishimi
It was like falling in love—the things that get you are so small, the things that keep you up at night are so particular to you that when you try to explain, the only reward anyone can give you is a dumb polite nod.
Ta-Nehisi Coates • Between the World and Me
Objectively, this was not an unusual thought, but in falling in love with her, I had somehow entirely overlooked the possibility of reciprocation. I had counted more on loving than being loved. And if I had concentrated largely on the former dynamic, it was perhaps because being loved is always the more complicated of the two emotions, Cupid’s
... See moreAlain de Botton • On Love: A Novel
What if my heart goes deaf?
Franny Choi • Floating, Brilliant, Gone
if you come together with one other person like yourself, there you have a whole world, a world of vibrant love;
Fyodor Dostoevsky • The Karamazov Brothers (Oxford World's Classics)
Yet he loved people: it seems that he lived his whole life with an absolute faith in people, though no one ever thought of him as simple or naïve. There was something in him that said, and made you believe (and this was so throughout his life), that he did not wish to sit in judgement on others and would never take it upon himself to censure
... See moreFyodor Dostoevsky • The Karamazov Brothers (Oxford World's Classics)
IN THE DARKNESS, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.