inspirational

inspirational

Mark ran his fingers over the bindings and whispered words, written long ago, words that wriggled through the aged leather, trembled beneath his touch. What lives and loves, hopes and dreams, deaths and despair these volumes held.

Mark ran his fingers over the bindings and whispered words, written long ago, words that wriggled through the aged leather, trembled beneath his touch. What lives and loves, hopes and dreams, deaths and despair these volumes held.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I'll never love you anymore than I do, right this second. And I'll never love you any less than Ido, right this second.

I'll never love you anymore than I do, right this second. And I'll never love you any less than Ido, right this second.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I like to be somewhere at least where you can see a few girls around once in a while, even if they're only scratching their arms or blowing their noses or even just giggling or something.

I like to be somewhere at least where you can see a few girls around once in a while, even if they're only scratching their arms or blowing their noses or even just giggling or something.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

... fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.

... fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I hated him, loved him, wanted him, and yet I wished him away. So many conflicting emotions of wants and needs. So much fear. Not because of him, but because of myself—of how deep my feelings and desires were running, and how much I would fall if I happened to lose my grip.

I hated him, loved him, wanted him, and yet I wished him away. So many conflicting emotions of wants and needs. So much fear. Not because of him, but because of myself—of how deep my feelings and desires were running, and how much I would fall if I happened to lose my grip.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

That made love—not grace—the magic ingredient. Then anew thought hit her. Perhaps love was grace. A shiver wentup her spine. What did that make anger? The antithesis ofgrace?

That made love—not grace—the magic ingredient. Then anew thought hit her. Perhaps love was grace. A shiver wentup her spine. What did that make anger? The antithesis ofgrace?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Always go after the girl. No matter what she says. Chase her.

Always go after the girl. No matter what she says. Chase her.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Love is not about lovers.

Love is not about lovers.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A foolish man question: “what is love?” A madman answer: “Love is an omnipresent attribute of human life. Our appetite will always be unfulfilled for love. It is better for us because without it, earth will not rotate, seasons will not change, birds will not sing and life will not exit.” What do you think?

A foolish man question: “what is love?” A madman answer: “Love is an omnipresent attribute of human life. Our appetite will always be unfulfilled for love. It is better for us because without it, earth will not rotate, seasons will not change, birds will not sing and life will not exit.” What do you think?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

He will one day meet his true love... A fellow traveler on the road... Her eyes will be his ocean... In her ocean he will sail forever....

He will one day meet his true love... A fellow traveler on the road... Her eyes will be his ocean... In her ocean he will sail forever....

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

. . . if you can't see the good man he is, you need to unscrew them eyeballs of yours and try on a different pair.

. . . if you can't see the good man he is, you need to unscrew them eyeballs of yours and try on a different pair.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Life is fragile and temporary. The faces of today quickly become the faces of the past. Sorrow, pain, and anger... it all fades- except love. Love is forever and there after, even when we've fallen to our graves.

Life is fragile and temporary. The faces of today quickly become the faces of the past. Sorrow, pain, and anger... it all fades- except love. Love is forever and there after, even when we've fallen to our graves.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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