#able

A shadow is hard to seize by the throat and dash to the ground. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#life #phantom #shadow #struggle #life

Everything in life seems unreal. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#unreal #life

Lena felt like a child. Worse than a child and less valuable. She felt like a mouse. No, smaller than a mouse and less alive. Her life seemed so small and crumpled you could shoot it through a straw like a spitball. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#life #mouse #valuable #life

I write so the endangered thoughts roaming naked and vulnerable through the misty jungles of my mind aren't slain by the guns of practical living. ↗

— Kim Krizan

#life #living #thoughts #vulnerable #write

And you call yourself a pal of mine!" "Yes, I know; but there are limits." "Bertie," said Bingo reproachfully, "I saved your life once." "When?" "Didn't I? It must have been some other fellow then. Well, anyway, we were boys together and all that. You can't let me down." "Oh, all right," I said. "But, when you say you haven't nerve enough for any dashed thing in the world, you misjudge yourself. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#jeeves #life

Are there any books of that sort nowadays? The only ones I ever see mentioned in the papers are about married couples who find life grey, and can't stick each other at any price. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#jeeves #life

Better for real things to be uncontrollable, better for one's life to be undecipherable and intellectually impenetrable than to attempt to make casual sense of what is unknown with a fantasy that is mad. Better, I thought, that the events of these past three days should remain incomprehensible to me forever than to posit, as I had just been doing, a conspiracy of foreign intelligence agents who are determined to control my mind. We've all heard that one before. ↗

— Philip Roth

#control-my-mind #indecipherable #intelligence

I’m not a warrior or a goddess,” I said at last. Adrian leaned closer. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re both. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#adrian-ivashkov #bloodlines #couple #cute #love

My nails dug into his back, and he trailed his lips down the edge of my chin, down the center of my neck. He kept going until he reached the bottom of the dress’s V-neck. I let out a small gasp, and he kissed all around the neckline, just enough to tease. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#adrian-ivashkov #bloodlines #couple #dress #kissing

You’ve gone far away to a place with no horses and very little grass, and you’re studying how to write a story with a happy ending. If you can write that ending for yourself, maybe you can come back. ↗

— Jennifer Echols

#happy-ending #horses #kentucky #new-york #stable-boy