#fr

As my friend, you should either bring me along, or keep me company." "Friend?" he asked. She blushed. "Well, 'scowling escort' is a better description. Or 'reluctant acquaintance', if you prefer. ↗

— Sarah J. Maas

#description

Religion and nationalism? I defecate on the altar of religious conviction, and wipe my arse on the flag of national pride. ↗

— Ian Martin

#fiction #social-satire #south-africa #religion

... Whatever condition we are in, we must always do what we want to do, and if we want to go on a journey, then we must do so and not worry about our condition, even if it's the worst possible condition, because, if it is, we're finished anyway, whether we go on the journey or not, and it's better to die having made the journey we're been longing for than to be stifled by our longing. ↗

— Thomas Bernhard

#carefree #illness #longevity #mortality #aspiration

My mind wanders to the other side of the courtyard, where St. Clair waits with Josh in Q-through-Z. I wonder if I have any classes with him. I mean, them. Classes with them. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#anna-oliphant #stephanie-perkins #french

V chuckled. "I had to do something to shut you up. Every damn time I've run into you since I grew it, you ask me if I've French-kissed a tailpipe." (Rhage) ↗

— J.R. Ward

#french

On ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#french

There's something about blue eyes. The kind of blue that startles you every time they're lifted in your direction. The kind of blue that makes you ache for them to look at you again. Not the blue green or blue gray, the blue that's just blue. Cricket has those eyes. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#french

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