#at

Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness. ↗

— George Sand

#give #guard #hesitation #how #kindness

I hate this guy,” Ari muttered, keeping his head down “There’s a club,” I told him. “The Haters of ter Borcht Club. Have you gotten your badge yet? ↗

— James Patterson

#hate

Grand. There's a word I really hate. It's a phony. I could puke every time I hear it. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#writing #hate

I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays? ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#staying #hate

Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don't want it if it's that easy ↗

— Tupac Shakur

#pursuit #sex #tease #women #hate

Hate to disappoint, but no feathers. I came to Earth stripped naked. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#hate

Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#giving

I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#finnick #fire #games #hunger #obsession

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#imagination

Nice work in there, Herondale, setting the place on fire,” Gabriel observed. “Good thing we were there to clean up after you, or the whole plan would have gone down in flames, along with the shreds of your reputation.” “Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?” Will demanded with mock horror. “Clearly I have done something wrong. Or not doing something wrong as the case may be.” He banged on the side of the carriage. “Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel! I seek scandal and low companionship. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #observation