Armazenar Nuvem Quotes & Sayings

When the narrow bourgeois form has been peeled away, what is wealth, if not the universality of needs, capacities, enjoyments, productive powers etc., of individuals, produced in universal exchange? What, if not the full development of human control over the forces of nature - those of his own nature as well as those of so-called "nature"? What, if not the absolute elaboration of his creative dispositions, without any preconditions other than antecedent historical evolution which make the totality of this evolution - i.e., the evolution of all human powers as such, unmeasured by any previously established yardstick - an end in itself? What is this, if not a situation where man does not reproduce in any determined form, but produces his totality? Where he does not seek to remain something formed by the past, but is in the absolute movement of becoming? — Karl Marx

As we made love, our scars met,
grazing long enough for mine to say
"He tries to hide me,"
and for yours to reply
"I know I embarrass her."

"He never learned how to swim," whispered my scar.
"She got picked last in gym class,
then cried into her pillow," replied yours.

Just then, a huge wound opened in me.
You touched it. It closed.
I was filled, fully healed, and I knew
I would never be able not to love you. — Tom C. Hunley

And if I can't be yours now I'll wait here on this ground till you come, till you take me away. Maybe someday. — Colleen Hoover

Never give a golfer an ultimatum unless you're prepared to lose. — Pauline Phillips

I'm a draftsperson. And also, I really respond to love. — Hilton Als

Whosoever says truffle, utters a grand word, which awakens erotic and gastronomic ideas ... — Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin

But how awful would that be? How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough? — Patrick Rothfuss

I want people to say, "Oh my God, I'm laughing out loud at television." — Keegan-Michael Key

This summer-sweet night is only one minute upon one minute upon another
Beautiful cacophony, sugar upon lips, dancing to exhaustion
I thought of you, before this minute upon another minute upon another
Until, numb, my lips fell onto the mouth of another, and I was undone.

~from Golden Tongue: The Poems of Steven Slaughter which is a fictional book in
Ballad: A gathering of faerie — Maggie Stiefvater