#ah

The Bible is not my book nor Christianity my profession. ↗

— Abraham Lincoln

#atheism #bible

I am an anarch in space, a metahistorian in time. Hence I am committed to neither the political present nor tradition; I am blank and also open and potent in any direction. Dear old Dad, in contrast, still pours his wine into the same decaying old wineskins, he still believes in a constitution when nothing and no one constitutes anything. ↗

— Ernst Jünger

#history #metahistory #politics #tradition #anarchism

Oh, that's just great. I come all the way back here, risking major brain cell burnout, and you don't even believe me? I'm basically guaranteeing myself a lifetime of heartbreak, and all you have to say is that you think I'm not right in the head? ↗

— Meg Cabot

#heaven-sent #hector-da-silva #jesse #susannah-simon #suze

If you see Myrnin, tell him I said I want my slow cooker back." "Your- You let him borrow something you put food in?" Hannah's smile disappeared. "Why?" "Um, never mind. I'll make sure it gets disinfected before you get it back. But don't lend anything to him again unless you can put it in some kind of sterilizer." That made even Hannah look nervous. "Thanks. Tell crazy boy I said hey." "I will" Claire promised. "Hey, if you don't mind me asking - when did he borrow it from you?" "He just showed up at my door one night about a week ago, said, 'Hi, nice to meet you. Can I borrow your Crock-Pot?' Which I understand is pretty typical Myrnin. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#ghost-town #hannah #morganville-vampires #morganville-vampires-series #myrnin

You know a lot about math," I said. You know a lot about math? What type of statement was that? Right along the lines of "Hey, you have hair and it's red and curly." Real smooth. ↗

— Katie McGarry

#echo-and-noah #echo-emerson #katie-mcgarry #noah-hutchins #pushing-the-limits

Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#ah #frequent #higher #highs #lows

Tell me everything about this woman you once knew. Tell me everything she ever told you about Jesus of Nazareth." Marcus saw the fever in his eyes. "Why?" he said, frowning. "Why does it matter?" "Just tell me, Marcus Lucianus Valerian. Tell me everything. From the beginning. Let me decide for myself what matters." And so Marcus did as he was asked. He gave in to his deep need to speak of Hadassah. And all the while he talked of her, he failed to see the irony in what he was doing. For as he told the story of a simple Judean slave girl, Marcus Lucianus Valerian, a Roman who didn't believe in anything, proclaimed the gospel of Jesus Christ. ↗

— Francine Rivers

#hadassah #jesus-christ #roman

This is a test, isn't it? It's like choosing out of three caskets in a fairy tale. Everyone knows the rules. You never choose the gold shiny one. Or even the quite impressive silver one. What you're supposed to do is choose the dull little lead one, and then there's a flash of light and it turns into a mountain of jewels ↗

— Sophie Kinsella

#fairies

Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them. ↗

— Sarah J. Maas

#sarah-j-maas #throne-of-glass #confusion

I'm not perfect, either. In the end, it's only God's judgement that matters, and I've learned enough to know that no one can presume to know the will of God. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#judgement