#al

I love you Ender. More than ever. No matter what you decide. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#ender-s-game #lake #sapce #valentine #water

To be saved is here, local and mortal ↗

— A.R. Ammons

#redemption #inspirational

Wolf, not dog. You were bitten by a Lycan, not Lassie. ↗

— Shannan Albright

#lycans #paranormal-romance #urban-fantasy #vampires #urban-fantasy

Innocence invites protection, yet we might be smarter to protect ourselves against it... ↗

— Megan Johns

#contemporary-romance #innocence #love #romance #women-s-fiction

These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#the-lovely-bones #love

She was emotionally retarded having no sense of humour, cold and no people skills. She was like her mother was obsessed by appearances and wealth and longed to get married to escape from home. ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#annette-j-dunlea #irish-writer #home

But love is much like a dam: if you allow a tiny crack to form through which only a trickle of water can pass, that trickle will quickly bring down the whole structure, and soon no one will be able to control the force of the current. For when those walls come down, then love takes over, and it no longer matters what is possible or impossible; it doesn't even matter whether we can keep the loved one at our side. To love is to lose control. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#dam #love #trickle #truth #walls

And the fact was that he remembered once thinking that he was fine with dying anywhere at any time… but now, gazing at each corpse in turn, he thought with all his heart, I’m glad I didn’t die there. I have to go home. I’ve still got things to do. ↗

— Yukako Kabei

#harvey #living #home

As the crow flies. That’s how she liked to walk. So what if she had nowhere to go? So what if no one on earth knew or probably cared where she was or when she’d get home? That wasn’t the point. It didn’t mean she had to take the long way. She was starting a new school in the morning, and she meant to put as much distance between herself and tomorrow as she could. Walking fast didn’t stop the earth’s slow roll, but sometimes it felt like it could. ↗

— Francine Pascal

#alone #distance #tomorrow #walking #home

In the kitchens of love, after all, vice is like the pepper in a good sauce; it brings out the flavor, it’s indispensable. ↗

— Louis-Ferdinand Céline

#love