#col

Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33) ↗

— Tim Willocks

#apple #asymmetry #atlantic #autumn #blind-man

Stop looking for your better half! You need to be whole to attract your better whole, if you expect to have a flourishing relationship. ↗

— Valerie J. Lewis Coleman

#dating #goody-box #humor #inspirational #marriage

She's dating the school quarterback." "People date all the time. And they break up all the time." "Not these two," Meredith said with a snort. "Their love is epic. Everyone at school knows it. He gave up his philandering ways to be with his longtime childhood bestie." I finally glanced at her sideways. "They're in high school. High schoolers don't philander." "Jack Caputo does. Or did. ↗

— Brodi Ashton

#cole #jack-and-nikki #dating

Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death ↗

— Melissa de la Cruz

#symbolism #death

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple... ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#art #autumn #color #fall #art

He (Michael) was gone in a whisper of air, hardly making any sound at all, and Claire shivered and leaned against Shane’s solid, very human warmth. His arms went around her, and he touched his lips lightly to the back of her neck. “How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we’ve had?” “I sweat perfume. Like all girls. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#shane-collins #death

He held up one finger. "I thought it wasn't loaded" Shane said. Second finger. "Hand me a match so I can check the gas tank." Third finger. "Killed over ice cream. Basically, any death that requires me to be stupid first." Michael shook his head. "So what's on your good list?" "Oh you know. Hero stuff that gets me rerun on CNN, Like I died saving a busload of supermodels" Claire smacked his arm. "Ow! Saving them! What did you think I meant? ↗

— Rachel Caine

#michael-glass #shane-collins #death

How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?" "I sweat perfume. Like all girls. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#shane-collins #death

When I die,' I said to my friend, 'I'm not going to be embalmed. I'm going to be dipped.' Milk chocolate or bittersweet was the immediate concern. ↗

— Adrianne Marcus

#death #death

What man or woman of common sense now doubts the intellectual capacity of colored people? Who does not know, that with all our efforts as a nation to crush and annihilate the mind of this portion of our race, we have never yet been able to do it. ↗

— Angelina Grimke

#annihilate #been #capacity #colored #common