quotes
A collection of the best quotes ever spoken by scorned lovers and hopeless romantics throughout history.
People of NOLA
I remember when I arrived at NOLA the first place, where I stopped was near the French Quarter where I met my host Xavier. He was neither old nor young man with a bald head, lean body, and cautious eyes. When he showed me my room I was in awe. It was the most comfortable place I have seen so far. I even had my TV. He made me feel very welcome. He was comfortable to host me and looking at how neat his house was you would guess he ran an Airbnb. He later told me he even built a separate entrance just for himself so the guest could feel alone and he could remain in the comfort of his place. Once, a couple of girls wanted to allure him to their room after a fun night out in NOLA but he refused. He was rather particularly professional about endeavors like that. I respected that about him. I took a shower to relax after a really hot day riding along the Mississippi River. Xavier prepared a Charcuterie board with figs, cheese, and meat to go with beer and invited his neighbor Anton to join us, which Anton gladly accepted. We waited for him on a porch, where X told me a bit about himself and his experience of leaving France and living in the US. He even told me how he was proposed to by his last girlfriend. I’ve never met anyone like that before. He refused her proposal. I asked him, “Why?” He told me he was afraid that one day they may have a fight and she would say:” You only married me cuz you wanted documents!” His eyes looked into the distance remembering that episode. Somehow It felt like he came back to it from time to time wondering. He’s also told me about him wanting to go on a long bicycle tour, similar to my experience. I got excited and told him that he better get ready and go. He sat there and said: “Someday.” I was slightly shocked. I nearly forgot how people can talk themselves out of anything until that moment. The garage door of the house across the street started opening up. Then we saw Anton pulling in his old white SUV. When he came out of his car he told us he would be back after he took a shower. Anton was a young lawyer, whose dad raised him by sending him to a law school, which gave him the life he lives now. He sat next to me and told us about his day at a court and his client who was getting a divorce. He came across as pretty open and talkative and likes to paint in his spare time, showing us some of his works over a beer. He had an eye. X invited me to a dinner at his friend’s house the next day. At the time it could seem mundane, while to me such an invitation felt simply special and exciting. I was honored and looked forward to it. I didn’t say anything about X procrastinating his dreams, I simply felt like it wasn’t my place to keep pushing him. He had to do it himself.
By Oleksandr Matvyeyev3 years ago in Humans
Dream Whispers: Unveiling the Ethical Frontier of Dream Inception. Content Warning.
In the quiet corridors of the Dream Research Institute, Dr. Eleanor Grant hunched over her workstation, surrounded by the soft hum of machines and the flickering glow of computer screens. She was on the brink of a breakthrough in the field of dream manipulation—an experiment that could change the way humans perceived reality.
By Taimoor Khan3 years ago in Humans
Resilience in the Rubble. Content Warning.
Arlington was a tapestry of homes, woven with stories of love and laughter. Among them stood the Morrison residence, once vibrant with the laughter of children and the warmth of family gatherings. But one fateful evening, the tranquility shattered with an explosion that ripped through their haven, leaving behind a landscape of desolation.
By Zack Rakib3 years ago in Humans
Whispers of Eternity. Content Warning.
In the quiet town of Serenity Springs, where time seemed to move at a gentler pace, lived a woman named Emily. Her days were filled with the soft rustling of leaves, the distant melody of a stream, and the comforting embrace of the rolling hills that cradled the town.
By Hasnain07183 years ago in Humans
DON'T WORRY IF YOU ARE AN INTROVERT
Being an introvert is something I cherish, and I know I'm not alone in feeling this way. There are many of us out there, and our preference for a quieter, more solitary lifestyle is not a flaw - it's a gift. However, it can be difficult for introverts to recognize their own worth in a world that seems to favor extroverts. In a society where being loud is often equated with confidence and happiness, it's easy for those of us who prefer a more subdued approach to feel left out. As a child, I often blended into the background, leading many to assume that I was shy or didn't like others. But that wasn't the case at all. Introverts are often misunderstood - we can enjoy socializing just as much as anyone else, but we need time to recharge our batteries away from the crowds. This is due to the way our brains are wired - introverts are more sensitive to dopamine, the chemical that gives extroverts a rush of energy when they take risks or meet new people. Instead, we prefer the more subtle effects of acetylcholine, which is released when we concentrate, read, or focus our minds. This makes us feel relaxed, alert, and content - but it barely registers with extroverts. Of course, everyone falls somewhere on the introvert-extrovert spectrum, and some people are a mix of both - known as ambiverts. But for those of us who identify as introverts, it's important to recognize that our quiet approach to life is not a flaw, but a valuable gift.
By Hanna Maalainine3 years ago in Humans
