Patience, n. A minor form of despair disguised as virtue.
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Ambrose Bierce (via petitpoulailler)
GG: Despair indeed… I rarely let on just how much.
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GG: Dat Minxy ass.
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Character, like a photograph, develops in darkness.
—Yousuf Karsh (via lalaladylove)
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I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports…. When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them. ~Gustave Flaubert, letter to his wife Louise Colet,
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