#boo

Unhappiness can be like a virus spreading from one person, to the next person, to the next one and so on. When someone is mean or rude to you, do not let their unhappiness infect your own life. If you are the unhappy one, please quarantine yourself so you do not infect others! ↗

— Jennifer O'Neill

#happiness-life #law-of-attraction-books #motivational-books #positive-mindset #life

How can you understand the language of music, if you will not be an instrument?”—Zarost ↗

— Greg Hamerton

#fantasy-fiction #life #music #zarost #life

It's not how you pick your nose, it's where you put that booger that counts. ↗

— Tre Cool

#counts #how #nose #pick #put

....her life would be a giddy crossword, working down from some clues and across from others. ↗

— Leif Enger

#life

What I learned is that it's arrogant to be certain of anything. The world is a complex place and only idiots or assholes think they know it all. ↗

— Lisa Gardner

#life #lisa-gardner #quotes #life

The stories she'd read of others' lives over these last few months had left her with a greater appreciation for the thread of her own life. ↗

— Masha Hamilton

#life

In the end Navidson is left with one page and one match. For a long time he waits in darkness and cold, postponing this final bit of illumination. At last though, he grips the match by the neck and after locating the friction strip sparks to life a final ball of light. First, he reads a few lines by match light and then as the heat bites his fingertips he applies the flame to the page. Here then is one end: a final act of reading, a final act of consumption. And as the fire rapidly devours the paper, Navidson's eyes frantically sweep down over the text, keeping just ahead of the necessary immolation, until as he reaches the last few words, flames lick around his hands, ash peels off into the surrounding emptiness, and then as the fire retreats, dimming, its light suddenly spent, the book is gone leaving nothing behind but invisible traces already dismantled in the dark. ↗

— Mark Z. Danielewski

#consumption #reading #life

I've never understood the desire for books with matched bindings. You don't go through life looking for sets of matched people, and books are just as individual. ↗

— Susan Lendroth

#books #life

[My mum] was always like that: grateful for life itself. Her glass was not only half full, it was gold plated with a permanent refill. ↗

— Sarah Winman

#life

Helping your weapon reach your target is easy. Watching someone accept that their life is over before it ever became something is not quite as simple. ↗

— Emm Cole

#merminia #ya-fantasy #ya-paranormal-romance #life