#chan

Boredom is the conviction that you can't change ... the shriek of unused capacities. ↗

— Saul Bellow

#boredom #fulfillment #change

People are good or half good or a quarter good, and it changes all the time- but even on the best day nobody's perfect. ↗

— Colum McCann

#perfection #change

Just remember who you are... The world will try to change you into someone else. Don't let them. That's the best advice anyone can give you. ↗

— Cinda Williams Chima

#change

Since when do you care about rules?" "I'm a changed person." "When did you change? Just now? 'Cuz I heard about your smack down in the cafeteria yesterday. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#pure #seth #change

Look around you. Everything changes. Everything on this earth is in a continuous state of evolving, refining, improving, adapting, enhancing…changing. You were not put on this earth to remain stagnant. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#adapting #change #enhancing #evolving #improving

I'm a girl." When Deryn opened her eyes, the lady boffin was staring at her with no change of expression. "Indeed," she said. Deryn's mouth feel open. "You mean you...Did you barking know?" "I had no idea at all. But I make it a policy never to appear surprised." Dr. Barlow sighed, staring out the window. "Though on this occasion, it is proving rather more demanding than usual. A girl, you say? And you're quite certain? ↗

— Scott Westerfeld

#certainty #deryn #girl #goliath #leviathant

I do this thing for Rosie, you sleep with me" I stared at him, open-mouthed and in stunned silence. I did, of course, understand what he meant but he explained further. "Not like last night, we'll both be naked and sexual acts will be performed." My expression didn't change except maybe my mouth opened wider. "I'll expect your participation." Holly shit. "Your avid participation." Dear Lord in Heaven. Eventually, I whispered, "You must be joking." He shook his head and watched me. I dropped my eyes, unable to hold his stqare. "I think I need more coffee," I told his throat. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#change

Slowly his resistance ebbed. She felt the change in his body, the relaxing of tension, his shoulders curving around her as if he could draw her into himself. Murmuring her name, he brought her hand to his face and nuzzled ardently into her palm, his lips brushing the warm circlet of her gold wedding band. “My love is upon you,” he whispered…and she knew then that she had won. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#lisa-kleypas #sebastian-st-vincent #change

I'm not sure why I've decided to do this. I'm not any stronger than I was, and nothing else has changed. But all the same, this time I'm not going to run away. It's okay to feel weak sometimes. It's okay to be afraid. The important thing is that we face our fears. That's what makes us strong."-Yuki ↗

— Natsuki Takaya

#change

Melancholia is, I believe, a musical problem: a dissonance, a change in rhythm. While on the outside everything happens with the vertiginous rhythm of a cataract, on the inside is the exhausted adagio of drops of water falling from time to tired time. For this reason the outside, seen from the melancholic inside, appears absurd and unreal, and constitutes ‘the farce we all must play’. But for an instant – because of a wild music, or a drug, or the sexual act carried to its climax – the very slow rhythm of the melancholic soul does not only rise to that of the outside world: it overtakes it with an ineffably blissful exorbitance, and the soul then thrills animated by delirious new energies ↗

— Alejandra Pizarnik

#melancholy #change