#am

A book you finish reading is not the same book it was before you read it. ↗

— David Mitchell

#dreams

Can a dream be wrong? Aren't dreams God's way of telling you things? ↗

— Ellen Hopkins

#dreams

Let this hell be our heaven. ↗

— Richard Matheson

#hell #love #dreams

Why is it when you yield, I feel like the one who has been conquered?" -Royce Westmoreland ↗

— Judith McNaught

#yield #dreams

Jordan doesn't really care about the blood," Simon said now. "His whole thing is about me being comfortable with what I am. Get in touch with your inner vampire, blah, blah." Clary slid in next to him onto the bed and hugged a pillow. "Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?" "Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora. I'm fighting it." Clary smiled faintly. "So your inner vampire is Magnus? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #inner-vampire #magnus-bane #simon-lewis #smile

Expectations were like fine pottery. The harder you held them, the more likely they were to crack. ↗

— Brandon Sanderson

#expectations #hopes #dreams

Well he didn't treat my mother very well. He did some horrible things." "Like..." I hesitated. "Blood-whore things?" "Like beating-her-up kinds of things" he replied flatly. "Oh God," I said "That's horrible. And she...she just let it happen?" "She did." The corner of his mouth turned into a sly, sad smile. "But I didn't" "Tell me, tell me you beat the crap out of him" His smile grew, "I did. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#mead #richelle #vampire #smile

It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn't make everything all right. It didn't make ANYTHING all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing. A leaf in the woods, shaking in the wake of a startled bird's flight. But I'll take it. With open arms. Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting. - Amir ↗

— Khaled Hosseini

#drama #the-kite-runner #smile

In that case" Tessa said, feeling hot blood rise to her face,"I think I would prefer it if you called me by my Christian name, as you do with Miss Lovelace. Will look at her, slow and hard, then smiled. His blue eyes lit when he smiled. "Then you must do the same for me," he said. "Tessa." She had never thought about her name much before, but when he said it, it was as if she were hearing if for the first time-the hard T, the caress of the double S, the way it seemed to end on a breath. Her own breath was very short when he said, softly, "Will." "Yes?" Amusement glittered his eyes. With a sort of horror Tessa realized that she had simply said his name for the sake of saying it; she hadn't actually had a question. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#william-herondale #smile

Jessamine recoiled from the paper as if it were a snake. "A lady does not read the newspaper. The society pages, perhaps, or the theater news. Not this filth." "But you are not a lady, Jessamine---," Charlotte began. "Dear me," said Will. "Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jessamine-lovelace #journalism #newspapers #will-herondale #society