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TO ALL THE ambulance drivers firewatchers air-raid wardens nurses canteen workers airplane spotters rescue workers mathematicians vicars vergers shopgirls chorus girls librarians debutantes spinsters fishermen retired sailors servants evacuees Shakespearean actors and mystery novelists WHO WON THE WAR. ↗

— Connie Willis

#librarians

She stood straight and still, her arms at her side. Her eyebrows had the graceful arch of a raptor's wings in flight. Her green eyes came unafraid to his. The connection was so intense that it threatened to drain his sense of self. He felt that he had always known her, that she had always been a part of him, that her needs were his needs. She held him with her gaze as surely as a grip of iron would, searching his eyes as if searching his soul, seeking an answer to something. I am here to help you, he said in his mind. He meant it more than any thought he had ever had. The intensity of her gaze relaxed, loosening its hold on him. In her eyes he saw something that attracted him more than anything else. Intelligence. He saw it flaring there, burning in her, and through it all he felt an overriding sense of her integrity. Richard felt safe. ↗

— Terry Goodkind

#love #intelligence

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#heart-ache #hurt #untold-things #heartache

Sometimes I guess it just feels better to know that you have someone to help you when you can’t even help yourself. ~ Willow Mosby (Exposing ELE) ↗

— Rebecca Gober

#exposing-ele #friends #grief #heartache #helping-others

What do you want of me, Meghan?" he asked, a low thread of anguish flickering below the surface. Tears blurred my vision, all the fear and heartache of the past few days rising to the surface. "Just you" I whispered. "I just want you". He closed his eyes. "I can´t do that ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#iron-daughter #megan-chase #heartache

The three girls were sitting and lying beside her, holding one another, weeping, their arms and legs and hair tangled like the roots of close trees, sobs shaking them like leaves in a high wind. ↗

— Shannon Hale

#heartache

I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys ↗

— Isaac Marion

#zombies #zombies

Of course, he showed me this one afternoon when he was skipping class. When trolls cut classes, you think they are losers. When the beautiful and/or reasonably erudite do the same thing to sit on the library steps and read poetry, you think they are on to something deep. You see only deep brown wavy hair and strong legs, well honed by years of Ultimate Frisbee. You see that book of T. S. Eliot poems held by the hand with the long, graceful fingers, and you never stop to think that it shouldn't take half a semester to read one book of poems... that maybe he is not so much reading as getting really high every morning and sleeping it off on the library steps, forcing the people who actually go to class to step or trip over him. ↗

— Maureen Johnson

#double-standards #skipping-class #beauty

This is the way the world ends; not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door. ↗

— Amanda Hocking

#hollowland #zombies #zombies

Do you really think these are Alice's tears?" I ask. "That I'm supposed to make them go away somehow?" "I'm the wrong guy to ask. I just saw a skeleton with antlers and a forest of aphid-noshing flower zombies.: ↗

— A.G. Howard

#jeb #splintered #zombies