#all

Money is the great tool through whose means labor and skill become universally co-operative. ↗

— Leland Stanford

#co-operative #great #labor #means #money

The mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart knows what the heart knows ↗

— Stephen King

#mind #stephen-king #spirit

The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#fly #higher #lower #you

Simon stepped between them. “I’m not going to let you fight with each other.” “And what are you going to do about it if . . . Oh.” Jace's gaze trailed up to Simon’s forehead, and he grinned reluctantly. “ So basically you’re threatening to turn me into something you can sprinkle on popcorn if I don’t do what you say? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #jace-lightwood #mortal-instruments #simon-lewis #fighting

This is what happens when you try to help people. You get screwed. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#young-adult-fiction #young

I'm always so glad I have no idea what you're vacantly chatting about," said Jace. It fills me with a sense of peace and well-being. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #mortal-instruments #shadowhunters #idea

The way you move is incredible.” Ren drew me back to press against him. His fingers slid down to the curve of my hips, rocking our bodies in rhythm with the heavy bass. The sensation of being molded against the hard narrow line of his hips threatened to overwhelm me. We were hidden in the mass of people, right? The Keepers couldn’t see? I tried to steady my breath as Ren kept us locked together in the excruciatingly slow pulse of the music. I closed my eyes and leaned back into his body; his fingers kneaded my hips, caressed my stomach. God, it felt good. My lips parted and the misty veil slipped between them, playing along my tongue. The taste of flower buds about to burst into bloom filled my mouth. Suddenly I wanted nothing more than to melt into Ren. The surge of desire terrified me. I had no idea if the compulsion to draw him more tightly around my body emerged from my own heart or from the succubi’s spellcraft. This couldn’t happen! I started to panic when he bent his head, pressing his lips against my neck. My eyes fluttered and I struggled to focus despite the suffocating heat that pressed down all around me. His sharpened canines traced my skin, scratching but not breaking the surface. My body quaked and I pivoted in his arms, pushing against his chest, making space between us. “I’m a fighter, not a lover,” I gasped. “You can’t be both?” His smile made my knees buckle. ↗

— Andrea Cremer

#eden #ren #music

This wallpaper is dreadful, one of us will have to go. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#taste #wallpaper #wild

I really wonder what gives us the right to wreck this poor planet of ours. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#i #ours #planet #poor #really

You’ll never be just anything. A tsunami can never be ‘just’ a wave.” “Get off my chin.” “I like that about you. Waves are banal. Tsunamis reshape the Earth. Under the right circumstances, even entire civilizations.” I blink. “You’re going to be one hell of a woman one day, Dani. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#ryodan #civilization