March 2010
122 posts
Nothing is more pleasurable than to sit in the shade, sip gin and contemplate...
– John Skow
February 2010
75 posts
Resolved: Men Are Not Beautiful
nightmarebrunette:
All bodies have some remarkable aspect. They function well or poorly, they give us our pleasure and pain, they are one of a kind. The comparisons don’t matter. You can’t elevate one at the expense of the other. My body is the first and the last. Your body is the last and the first. I don’t even see how “better to look at” is relevant.
Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the...
– Rainer Maria Rilke (via oceanofmind)
Blake said that the body was the soul’s prison unless the five senses are...
– Jim Morrison
Romantic love is mental illness. But it’s a pleasurable one. It’s a...
– Fran Lebowitz
Man is flying too fast for a world that is round. Soon he will catch up with...
– James Thurber (via kendalllouise)
Women react differently: a French woman who sees herself betrayed by her husband...
– Bernard Le Bovier Fontenelle
Real love is the love that sometimes arises after sensual pleasure: if it does,...
– Giacomo Casanova
When this love, the heavenly gift of Nature, appears in the heart, it removes...
– Sri Yukteswar (via oceanofmind)
In order to have an enemy, one must be somebody. One must be a force before he...
– Madame Anne Sophie Swetchine
“A boat, beneath a sunny sky Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July -
Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear Pleased a simple tale to hear -
Long has paled that sunny sky: Echoes fade and memories die: Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear, Eager...
What we seek, we shall find ; what we flee from, flees from us.
– Emerson
Seems to me the basic conflict between men and women, sexually, is that men are...
– Jerry Seinfeld
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for...
– Henry Van Dyke (via oceanofmind)
“She touched her fingers to the groping hand, seeing now more of the soil-encrusted wrist protrude upward. A feeling of electricity penetrated her young body, and she felt her heart flutter with sick delight. The fingertips were dirty, rough. No matter. She grasped the hand. In a strange moment, there was love.”
— Borg Schroeder, Till Death Do Us Part
The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little,...
– Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Go on with this nothing, moved only by your love of God. And let nothing...
– Cloud of Unknowing, A manual written anonymously by a cloistered English monk around the year 1375 for a young person beginning a life of contemplation. (via oceanofmind)
I have been intoxicated more than once, my passions have never been far off...
– Goethe (via suzywire)
The feminist agenda is not about equal rights for women. It is about a...
– Pat Robertson (via kingpez)