#agu

I sat on the barn floor wishing that the storm would gather me up and hurl me against the mountains, smashing me into a thousand pieces. ↗

— Eden Maguire

#eden-maguire #jonas #beauty

At that moment he knew what his mother was thinking, and that she loved him. But he knew, too, that to love someone means relatively little; or, rather, that love is never strong enough to find the words befitting it. Thus he and his mother would always love each other silently. ↗

— Albert Camus

#the-plague #love

You know how when someone is tall, people will compare them to a string bean? She, my friend, was like asparagus, but without the subsequent odor. ↗

— Tom Alford

#funny #humor #string-bean #tall #funny

No," Lana said, "I'm not going to heal your scratch." "Good," Sanjit said. "Good? Why good?" "Because when you hold my hand, I don't want it to be work for you. ↗

— Michael Grant

#gone #hand-holding #lana #love #michael-grant

So asking you to take a moonlit walk with me, that would totally not work?" "What?" Again that glare. "Go away. Stop being an idiot. I don't even know you." "You're healing my little brother Bowie." "Yeah, that doesn't make us friends, kid." "So no moonlight." "Are you retarded?" "Sunrise? I could get up early." "Go away." "Sunset tomorrow?" -Sanjit & Lana ↗

— Michael Grant

#humour #lana #love #michael-grant #plague

A strong man does not succumb to pressures, he knows that without pressures he will not find pleasures and so he will not be made. ↗

— Jaachynma N.E. Agu

#book-reading #gifts #greatnesstness #jaachynma #nobility

I've seen of enough of people who die for an idea. I don't believe in heroism; I know it's easy and I've learned it can be murderous. What interests me is living and dying for what one loves. ↗

— Albert Camus

#love #the-plague #love

He didn't mind if she hated him. They were never going to be a cute romantic couple like Sam and Astrid. Clean-cut, righteous, all that. The perfect couple. He and Diana were the imperfect couple. ↗

— Michael Grant

#couple #diana #gone #imperfect #love

The sun tells the best joke of a day full of them, setting so spectacularly that you can almost smell the tropical paradise lazing somewhere over this rim of endless, gray socialist towers. Miles of square windows explode orange, red, and purple, like a million TV sets broadcasting the apocalypse. Clouds unspool. The sky drains of birds. ↗

— Tod Wodicka

#birds #clouds #prague #sunset #tropical-paradise

I like this world. I like drinking champagne. I like not smoking. I like Dutch people speaking Dutch. ↗

— John Green

#the-fault-in-our-stars