#age

Why do they have to move in packs?" Harry asked Ron as a dozen or so girls walked past them, sniggering and staring at Harry. "How're you supposed to get one on their own to ask them?" "Lasso one?" Ron suggested. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#teenagers

Teenagers," said Luke, as if it were the filthiest word he knew. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#teenagers

What happened?" he demanded. "I heard an explosion!" "Yeah.That was me. I set the boat alight." "What?" "I set fire to the boat." "But we're on the boat!" "I know. ↗

— Anthony Horowitz

#alex-rider #sarcasm #sarcasm

We shall me much less miserable together.' -Emma Darwin to husband Charles upon grief for loss of daughter Annie ↗

— Deborah Heiligman

#true-to-life #faith

Our images of God matter. Just as how we conceptualize God affects what we think the Christian life is about, so do our images of God. ↗

— Marcus J. Borg

#conceptualizing #god #image #life #faith

I didn’t care about anything except her and the way touching her drove me wild, even as her calm and steady presence soothed the storms that raged within me. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #adrian-ivashkov

Why not see which is brighter: your aura or the sun? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #adrian-ivashkov

You're my flame in the dark. We chase away the shadows around each other. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #adrian-ivashkov

Are You Ready for New Urban Fragrances? Yeah, I guess I'm ready, but listen: Perfume is a disguise. Since the middle ages, we have worn masks of fruit and flowers in order to conceal from ourselves the meaty essence of our humanity. We appreciate the sexual attractant of the rose, the ripeness of the orange, more than we honor our own ripe carnality. Now today we want to perfume our cities, as well; to replace their stinging fumes of disturbed fossils' sleep with the scent of gardens and orchards. Yet, humans are not bees any more than they are blossoms. If we must pull an olfactory hood over our urban environment, let it be of a different nature. I want to travel on a train that smells like snowflakes. I want to sip in cafes that smell like comets. Under the pressure of my step, I want the streets to emit the precise odor of a diamond necklace. I want the newspapers I read to smell like the violins left in pawnshops by weeping hobos on Christmas Eve. I want to carry luggage that reeks of the neurons in Einstein's brain. I want a city's gases to smell like the golden belly hairs of the gods. And when I gaze at a televised picture of the moon, I want to detect, from a distance of 239,000 miles, the aroma of fresh mozzarella. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#humor #senses #age

Whatever Jesus lays His hands upon, lives. If He lays is hands upon a marriage, it lives. If He is allowed to lay His hands on the family, it lives. ↗

— Howard W. Hunter

#marriage #family