#about

I am not wrong: Wrong is not my name My name is my own my own my own and I can’t tell you who the hell set things up like this but I can tell you that from now on my resistance my simple and daily and nightly self-determination may very well cost you your life ↗

— June Jordan

#life

There are some works so luminous that they fill us with shame for the meager life to which we are resigned, that they implore us to lead another, wiser, fuller life; works so powerful that they give us strength, and force us to new undertakings. A book can play this role. ↗

— Hervé Le Tellier

#life

I never write the storyline ahead of the novel and stick to it like glue. I prefer my writing to be organic. It takes on a life of it's own. ↗

— Airambooksie

#quotes-about-writing #quotes-for-writers #life

I was dying. I knew it. At least the pain was gone. I wanted to tell him that I loved him. Then darkness overtook me... ↗

— Colleen Houck

#love

There were about seventy-nine squillion people in the world, and if you were very lucky, you would end up being loved by fifteen or twenty of them. ↗

— Nick Hornby

#love #lucky #nick-hornby #people #love

She is in love, she craves sugar, eats a dried apricot, another. All at once she is really tired. She will not wait any longer for Romain and goes to bed. She is not guilty because, she keeps telling herself, thrilled, she had no say in it. She falls asleep immediately. ↗

— Hervé Le Tellier

#love

You've already danced with him," Louisa said. Annabel nodded. "I know." "People will talk." Annabel turned and blinked, trying to set her cousin's face into focus. "People are already talking," she said. Louisa opened her mouth as if she planned to say more, but then she just smiled. "Annabel Winslow," she said softly, "I do believe you are falling in love." That snapped Annabel right out of her daze. "I'm not." "Oh, you are." "I hardly know him." "Apparently you know enough. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#bevelstoke #julia-quinn #sebastian-grey #ten-things-i-love-about-you #love

I think your eyes might be the exact same color as mine," she said wonderingly. "What fine gray-eyed babies we shall have," he said, before he thought the better of it. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#bevelstoke #julia-quinn #sebastian-grey #ten-things-i-love-about-you #love

Annabel stared at the door, then turned to Sebastian, feeling quite dazed. "I think my grandmother may have just given me permission to ruin myself." "I'll do all the ruining tonight," he said with a grin. "If you don't mind. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#bevelstoke #julia-quinn #sebastian-grey #ten-things-i-love-about-you #love

Dogs deserve proper names." "Cats, too?" "Cats are entirely different. They catch mice. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#julia-quinn #ten-things-i-love-about-you #love