The most preposterous notion that Homo sapiens has ever dreamed up is that the Lord God of Creation, Shaper and Ruler of all the Universes, wants the saccharine adoration of His creatures, can be swayed by their prayers, and becomes petulant if He does not receive this flattery. Yet this absurd fantasy, without a shred of evidence to bolster it, pays all the expenses of the oldest, largest, and least productive industry in all history.
Robert A. HeinleinTag: history fantasy universe absurd dream creation evidence adoration expenses flattery homo-sapiens industry lord lord-god petulant prayers preposterous ruler
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes...
So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.
Jodi PicoultTag: love adoration possessiveness
Do I love you because you're beautiful, or are you beautiful because I love you?
Richard RodgersDo I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.
William GoldmanIf you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself ~ all that runs over will be yours.
Charles Caleb ColtonTag: advice love women adoration
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
E.E. CummingsEvery atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.
Charlotte BrontëTo see her is a picture—
To hear her is a tune—
To know her an Intemperance
As innocent as June—
To know her not—Affliction—
To own her for a Friend
A warmth as near as if the Sun
Were shining in your Hand.
Tag: friendship innocence love poem affection girl adoration warmth
How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home?
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