#be

Relationships dont always make sense. Especially from the outside ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#compatibility #couples #relationships #love

It's hard being left behind. (...) It's hard to be the one who stays. ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#love #time #waiting #love

Here we are then, I was thinking, in a war to the finish between everything I love and everything I hate. Fine. We will win and they will lose. A pity that we let them pick the time and place of the challenge, but we can and we will make up for that. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#islamofascism #september- #love

I grieved three thousand times. Then I grieved for myself, a lonely woman without the honor given to the wives of the fallen. The reverence for their loss, for their children's loss. It was eloquent and grand. So moving and charged with solidarity...On September eleventh, I faced the last moments of your father's life. I saw him in every person who tried to jump and every body they pulled from the rubble. And I saw myself as I was never allowed to be, consoled, understood, and loved. ↗

— Susan Abulhawa

#americans #palestinians #september- #love

There are indeed all sorts of men/ who visit here: those who want/ nothing but to talk or hear the soft tones/ of a woman's voice; others prefer/ simply to gaze upon me, my face/ turned from them as they touch/ only themselves. And then there are those,/ of course, whose desires I cannot commit/ to paper. ↗

— Natasha Trethewey

#men

I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#young-adult-fiction #nothing

The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug. ↗

— Mark Twain

#between #bug #difference #lightning #right

The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we'd done were less real and important than they had been hours before. ↗

— John Green

#loss #memory #remember

I cannot remember the books I've read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#reading #we-are-what-we-eat #we-are-what-we-read #you-are-what-you-eat #you-are-what-you-read

There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won't remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it's always raining a slow and endless drizzle. You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken. Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again. Whenever it rains you will think of her. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#rain #remember