#chapter

Marriage - a book of which the first chapter is written in poetry and the remaining chapters in prose. ↗

— Beverley Nichols

#book #chapter #chapters #first #poetry

The feeling made him wonder what he would have become if only he’d been allowed to live a normal life. Sports, he knew, would’ve suited him. He was bigger, stronger and much faster than most boys his age. Football was probably the game for him. He liked watching Joshua playing at quarterback, imagining what it would be like to be in his position. To hear the crowd cheering as he made a pass, to feel accepted by his teammates – they were experiences forever denied him. It was nice to daydream though. ↗

— Phillip W. Simpson

#age

He doesn't even care about you!" Warner explodes. I flinch at the sudden, uncontrolled intensity in his voice. "He just wants a way out of here and he's using you!" He steps forward. "I could love you, juliette-I would treat you like a queen- ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#love

Misery, in cold truth, is a weight less upon those who undergo it than upon the minds of those who see it; for he who is cold and starving is so busy in his efforts to obtain warmth and food that he has little time for self-pity, and endures his unhappy condition better than those who take it upon themselves to suffer for him. ↗

— Kenneth Roberts

#oliver-wiswell #business

You know, school’s not all that great,” she said. “I’d much rather stay here at home with you and Papa.” - Aimi ↗

— Phillip W. Simpson

#chapter- #home

Life can’t be divided into chapters...only minutes. The events of your life are all crammed together one minute right after the other without any time lapses or blank pages or chapter breaks because no matter what happens life just keeps going and moving forward and words keep flowing and truths keep spewing whether you like it or not and life never lets you pause and just catch your fucking breath. I need one of those chapter breaks. I just want to catch my breath, but I have no idea how. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#chapter #hopeless #life #sky-davis #life

I know a person who, though no poet, composed some verses in a very short time, which were full of feeling and admirably descriptive of her pain: they did not come from her understanding, but, in order the better to enjoy the bliss which came to her from such delectable pain, she complained of it to her God. She would have been so glad if she could have been cut to pieces, body and soul, to show what joy this pain caused her. What torments could have been set before her at such a time which she would not have found it delectable to endure for her Lord's sake? ↗

— Teresa of Ávila

#catholic #chapter-xvi #masochism #submission #life

And that's how I start myself. I usually go back a couple of pages, maybe to the beginning of the chapter, and I start reading. And as I'm reading, I'm tweaking - putting in a different word, changing the syntax, putting that clause over there, you know that sort of thing. ↗

— Jean M. Auel

#beginning #changing #chapter #clause #couple

In the Netherlands I read the first chapter of Exquisite Corpse to an audience that laughed in all the places I thought were funny - an experience I've never had in America! ↗

— Poppy Z. Brite

#audience #chapter #corpse #experience #exquisite

I try to have a mood or a rhythm for a chapter. ↗

— Robert Caro

#i #mood #rhythm #try