#bitter

There's nothing deeper than love. In fairy tales, the princesses kiss the frogs, and the frogs become princes. In real life,the princesses kiss princes, and the princes turn into frogs. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#cynical #humour #love #ugly-truths #life

Katsa and Po were trying to drown each other and, judging from their hoots of laughter, enjoying it immensely. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#humor #katsa #po #humor

Your face will freeze like that, you know, Kat," Raffin said helpfully to Katsa. "Maybe I should rearrange your face, Raff," said Katsa. "I should like smaller ears," Raffin offered. "Prince Raffin has nice, handsome ears," Helda said, not looking up from her knitting. "As will his children. Your children will have no ears at all, My Lady," she said sternly to Katsa. Katsa stared back at her, flabbergasted. "I believe it's more that her ears won't have children," began Raffin, "which, you'll agree, sounds much less— ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#helda #humor #katsa #raffin #humor

Only a person with the true heart of a dictionary-writer would be lying in bed, three days after being stabbed in the gut, worrying about his P's. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#humor #teddy #writer #humor

I no longer believe in love," she said bitterly. "When people claim to have lost their heart, it's usually only their wits that have vanished. ↗

— Peter Prange

#love #wit #love

Find something useful to do with your morning,' she thought to him as she neared her chambers. 'Do something heroic in front of an audience. Knock a child into a river while no one's looking and then rescue him. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#heroic #humor #po #humor

Danzhol. The one with the marriage proposal and the objections to the town charter in central Monsea. "Bacon," Bitterblue muttered. "Bacon!" she repeated, then carefully made her way up the spiral stairs. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#bitterblue #humor #humor

Was I bitter? Absolutely. Hurt? You bet your sweet ass I was hurt. Who doesn't feel a part of their heart break at rejection. You ask yourself every question you can think of, what, why, how come, and then your sadness turns to anger. That's my favorite part. It drives me, feeds me, and makes one hell of a story. ↗

— Jennifer Salaiz

#break-ups #hurt #lovers #rejection #sadness

She clasped his hands and pressed her lips to them. 'I want you to be proud of me,' he repeated. She dropped his hands, feeling defeated. ↗

— Natasha Farrant

#love-forever #love-story #love

My love, I’d volunteer to live a thousand lives if I got to spend any part of them with you. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#bittersweet-seraphim #crushed-seraphim #debra-anastasia #devil #jack