#fr

Language is the source of misunderstandings. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#language #writer #french

Callipygian. Having shapely buttocks. Nice one, Bridge. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#butts #french

He glances down and notices that I'm still wearing a certain blue something, and, this time, it's HIS index finger that wraps underneath MY rubber band. I shiver wonderfully. "I'm never taking it off." Cricket brushes the delicate skin of my wrist. "It'll fall off." "I'll ask you for another one." "I'll give you another one." He smiles and touches his nose to mine. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#lola #rubber-bands #french

Fo' shiz. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#british #french

We stop at a red light.Mom stares at me."You like him" "OH GOD,MOM." "You do.You like this boy." "He's just a friend.He has a girlfriend." "Anna has a boooy-friend," Seany chants. "I do not!" "ANNA HAS A BOOOY-FRIEND! ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#anna-and-the-french-kiss #french

But, reader, there is no comfort in the word "farewell," even if you say it in French. "Farewell" is a word that,in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises absolutely nothing. ↗

— Kate DiCamillo

#good-bye #french

Saw two fallen branches in the shape of a heart. Thought of you. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#french

Jen, we did it. Everyone's free now. ↗

— Margaret Peterson Haddix

#victory #victory

Ol' man Simon, planted a diamond. Grew hisself a garden the likes of none. Sprouts all growin' comin' up glowin' Fruit of jewels all shinin' in the sun. Colors of the rainbow. See the sun and the rain grow sapphires and rubies on ivory vines, Grapes of jade, just ripenin' in the shade, just ready for the squeezin' into green jade wine. Pure gold corn there, Blowin' in the warm air. Ol' crow nibblin' on the amnythyst seeds. In between the diamonds, Ol' man Simon crawls about pullin' out platinum weeds. Pink pearl berries, all you can carry, put 'em in a bushel and haul 'em into town. Up in the tree there's opal nuts and gold pears- Hurry quick, grab a stick and shake some down. Take a silver tater, emerald tomater, fresh plump coral melons. Hangin' in reach. Ol' man Simon, diggin' in his diamonds, stops and rests and dreams about one... real... peach. ↗

— Shel Silverstein

#fruit #gardening #jewelry #peaches #dreams

Noble dragons don't have friends. The nearest they can get to the idea is an enemy who is still alive. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#friends #noble