#age

Melbourne, I always knew you'd need to learn about this kind of thing. I 'd just kind of hoped you'd learn it on a real guy. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines-series #richelle-mead #the-fiery-heart #trey #adrian-ivashkov

Of course I can climb it. I'm practically a progidy in PE," I pointed out. "The question is, can you, Mr Smoker? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #the-golden-lily #adrian-ivashkov

Moroi shied from the sunlight but as I watched Sydney, I knew without a doubt that humans had been made for the sun. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #sydney-sage #sydrian #the-fiery-heart #adrian-ivashkov

I didn't realize when I brought him back here that you'd inflict more damage." I said, once I'd finished the story. "I was defending your honor." Adrian gave me that devil-may-care smile that always managed to both infuriate and captivate me. "Pretty manly, huh? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #adrian-ivashkov

People say you're born innocent, but it's not true. You inherit all kinds of things that you can do nothing about. You inherit your identity, your history, like a birthmark that you can't wash off. ... We are born with our heads turned back, but my mother says we have to face into the future now. You have to earn your own innocence, she says. You have to grow up and become innocent. ↗

— Hugo Hamilton

#future #growing-up #growth #heritage #history

Habitual procrastinators will readily testify to all the lost opportunities, missed deadlines, failed relationships and even monetary losses incurred just because of one nasty habit of putting things off until it is often too late. ↗

— Stephen Richards

#defer #delay #dilly-dallying #laziness #postpone

A blank page is no empty space. It is brimming with potential... It is a masterpiece in waiting -- yours. ↗

— A.A. Patawaran

#getting-started #writing-craft #writing-craft

Then you can blame it on your parents,' I said, smiling. 'Won't that be a relief? ↗

— Richard Bachman

#decker #jones #rage #stephen-king #taunt

I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay. ↗

— Virginia Satir

#philosophy #courage

Be aware of the high notes, of the blissful faces and their soft messages, and listen for the silent message of a highly decorated gift. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #faces #gift #gifts #high-notes