March 2010
15 posts
“I want a man who’s kind and understanding. Is that too much to ask of a...”
– Zsa Zsa Gabor (via Jena Pincott, Why Women Don’t Want Macho Men)
What a bad book.
“He suddenly recalled from Plato’s Symposium: People were hermaphrodites until God split then in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.”
“Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of ...
howtobearomantic:
For the record, she is the perverted one who posted that last one. Not me.
Hey, we embrace all sorts of love, don’t we? Including perverted ones. They can be one of the most intense hee hee.
Newlyweds
These people are amazing. I call them my left and right brains personified.
Wife: I never win. He beats me at everything...
Husband: What are you talking about? You're on my team for life.
For the record, she is the perverted one who posted that last one. Not me.
Could it be, that one ninth of all people are...
Fours are the deep-sea divers of the psyche: they delve into the inner world of the human soul and return to the surface, reporting on what they found. They are able to communicate subtle truths about the human condition in ways that are profound, beautiful, and affecting. In a fundamental way, Fours remind us of our deepest humanity—that which is most personal, hidden, and precious...
I have a crush on Murakami
"So what's wrong if there happens to be one guy in the world who enjoys trying to understand you?"
"Kind of like a hobby?" she said, amused.
"Yeah I guess you could call it a hobby. Most normal people would call it friendship or love or something, but if you want to call it a hobby, that's OK, too."
'There's always complications.' He walked on steadily in the dark.
'And are you sorry?' she said.
'In a way!' he replied, looking up at the sky. 'I thought I'd done with it all. Now I've begun again.'
'Begun what?'
'Life.'
'Life!' she re-echoed, with a queer thrill.
'It's life,' he said. 'There's no keeping clear. And if you do keep clear you might almost as well die. So if I've got to be broken open again, I have.'
She did not quite see it that way, but still . . .
'It's just love, she said cheerfully.
'Whatever that may be,' he replied.
“But if she kept herself for herself, it was nothing. She was old; millions of...”
– D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
“You are not a dress shirt that needs every wrinkle ruthlessly ironed out. You...”
– Ali Hale from Aliventures
“Love is about destruction. Destruction of our selves.”