#bro

And the kids?" "Quincy, nothing. All she wants to do is look for Saturn's rings and bring home every creature from the pound. Nelson, though, he's..." She looked at Nicholas. "He's like you. Gifted, but ignorant." Nicholas bristled, "I'm not ignorant." "You are about magic." "That's because I don't believe in magic." "Nicholas," She stopped, hands on hips, waiting until he turned around. "You're haunted. You see the dead. How can you not believe in magic? ↗

— Stephen M. Irwin

#brother #denial #family-traits #ghosts #magic

Life is a beautiful journey, full of joy and pain You never know when it will end, don’t let a moment pass in vain… In the whole ruckus of life, nothing had I gained, I just wanted freedom, no more did I wanted to be chained… ↗

— Mehek Bassi

#breakups #broken #chained #emotions #end

Quinn, a little heads up next time would be awesome. You know, just a little text message saying, 'Oh, by the way, when you get home, there will be two way too hot for human kind identical freaking twins, living right next door.' Something like that, no big deal. ↗

— Kimberly Lauren

#beauty

Un libro leído a medias es una aventura amorosa incompleta. ↗

— David Mitchell

#book #books #español #lectura #leer

Though much is taken, much abides; and though we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are – unyielding. ↗

— Paullina Simons

#invincible #love #strength #tatiana-and-alexander #the-bridge-to-holy-cross

I've always known we were two puzzle pieces that fit together in a hollow that is our pain. There was a time when I was certain we were too damaged not to destroy each other. Now I think we are saving each other. ↗

— Lisa Renee Jones

#broken #love #pain #love

Yah, seperti yang kita semua tahu, satu-satunya hal yang bisa menyembuhkan patah hati adalah waktu—atau orang baru. ↗

— Nina Ardianti

#love #move-on #love

Who cuts hair, while she is heart broken. Is it just me"? ↗

— Escapades

#heartbroken #love #women-s-liberation #love

My sister Emily loved the moors. Flowers brighter than the rose bloomed in the blackest of the heath for her; out of a sullen hollow in a livid hillside her mind could make an Eden. She found in the bleak solitude many and dear delights; and not the least and best-loved was – liberty. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#love

The guy who broke up with me... he was exactly like you, in the beginning. Charming, and nice. They're all like you in the beginning. But I always end up like this. And I can't do it anymore. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#loss #love #love