#all

I don't think he meant to kiss me," I said finally. "What? Did he slip and fall on your mouth? Those things are known to happen. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#lesa #fall

I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion. ↗

— Henry David Thoreau

#fall #solitude #fall

The pieces all fit together. Yet everything was falling apart. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#fall

Niall: Help! Louis: Did anyone hear that? Niall: Help!! Louis: SOMEBODY NEEDS HELP! RAAH! (Pulls open shirt and has Superman shirt underneath) Superman is here!! ↗

— Louis Tomlinson

#niall-horan #one-direction #superman #video-diary #help

History is a gallery of pictures in which there are few originals and many copies. ↗

— Alexis de Tocqueville

#copies #few #gallery #many #originals

Allah causes the night and the day to succeed each other. Truly, in these things is indeed a lesson for those who have insight. ↗

— Anonymous

#day #insight #lesson #night #succeed

This is how we court girls in America. We grab them and kiss them. And if they don't like it, we do it again, harder and longer, until they surrender. It saves us hours of witty repartee. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#christmas

A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead. ↗

— James Joyce

#lonely

The true call of a Christian is not to do extraordinary things, but to do ordinary things in an extraordinary way. ↗

— Dean Stanley

#christian #extraordinary #extraordinary things #ordinary #ordinary things

I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#obsession #slavery #kill