#caste

Supposedly, dreams reflect our hidden fears and secret desires, all clamoring for attention. ↗

— Rachel Hawthorne

#dreams

At the same time we overlap, because, I do linguistics, and Ben did a first degree in Linguistics at Lancaster University, so he knows some of my subject. ↗

— David Crystal

#ben #degree #did #first #i

Broadcasters have a responsibility to serve the public interest and protect Americans from objectionable content, particularly during the hours when children are likely to be watching. ↗

— Bart Gordon

#children #content #during #hours #interest

I am neither a child, a young man, nor an ancient; nor am I of any caste. ↗

— Guru Nanak

#ancient #any #caste #child #i

Ethan, I love you. Don’t leave me. I can’t do this without you. If there was moonlight, I could have seen his face. But there was no moon, not now, and the only light came from the fire, still frozen, surrounding me on every side. The sky was empty, absolutely black. There was nothing. I had lost everything tonight. I sobbed until I couldn’t breathe and my fingers slipped through his, knowing I would never feel those fingers in my hair again. Ethan. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#duchannes #ethan #impossible #lena #love

I watched for her hair to curl, the telltale Caster breeze. It didn't move. This wasn't Caster magic she was working. It was another kind altogether. She couldn't charm her way out from under Macon's watch. She would have to resort to older magic, stronger magic, the kind that had worked best on Macon from the time she first moved to Ravenwood. Plain old love. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#beauty

It will begin with the six who now tread the streets of a city where the stone pinnacle erects like a reed amongst long grass. Where a bridge expands across a gorge, drifts a cloud buzzing with a million stings. There, these six shall bleed. There, these six shall die, and like a plague shall spread the wings that carry the cloud till they consume the city, and with it, the strength that fuels all of your lives. Farewell, children of the new world, and may your deaths be swift. ↗

— Najeev Raj Nadarajah

#dreamweaver #dystopian #dystopian-fiction #epic-fantasy #fantasy

...Of the Hindu, of whatever caste, it may be said, as of the poet, nascitur non fit. His birth status is unalterable. But with the Sikh the exact reverse is the case. Born of a Sikh father, he is not himself counted of the faith until, as a grown boy, he has been initiated and received the baptism of the pahul at the Akal Bungah or some equally sacred place. ↗

— Lepel H. Griffin

#caste #sikh #equality

We were each other's rock. But did it make us each other's destiny? ↗

— Rachel Hawthorne

#friendship #lindsey-lancaster #love #friendship

Falling in love should be the easiest thing in the world, but it's not. ↗

— Rachel Hawthorne

#love #love