#dee

How is your book doing?" or "How many copies have you sold?" are the questions for a salesman. To a writer, you better ask "What did you write today?". ↗

— Shubham Choudhary

#fact #writing-life #life

But our lives were not as they seemed, were they, Sophia? No one's life ever is. ↗

— Jean Plaidy

#life #queen-victoria #life

Our measure of hope is in direct proportion to our ability to conquer hopelessness. ↗

— LeeAnn Taylor

#defeat #despair #fear #hope #hopelessness

So after, when he whispers," You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#peeta-mellark #love

Several sets of arms would embrace me. But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too. I reach out for him and say something like his name and he's there, holding me and patting my back. "It's okay. It'll be okay, sweetheart." He sits me on a length of broken marble pillar and keeps an arm around me while I sob. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss-everdeen #love

If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#humans #love #maggie-stiefvater #nature #the-raven-boys

Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss-everdeen #love #peeta-mellark #love

If we don’t make out of this alive, Sophie Price, I want you to know that I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. You’re it for me. ↗

— Fisher Amelie

#sophie-price #love

Tell me again was it love at first sight When I walked by and you caught my eye. Didn't you know love could shine this bright? If love was a game, you would never play nice. If love was a beam, you'd be blind in both eyes. Put your sunglasses on 'cause you're a deer in the headlights. ↗

— Owl City

#owl-city #love

Dear me! We Tooks and Brandybucks, we can't live long on the heights.' 'No,' said Merry. 'I can't. Not yet, at any rate. But at least, Pippin, we can now see them, and honour them. It is best to love first what you are fitted to love, I suppose: you must start somewhere and have some roots, and the soil of the Shire is deep. Still there are things deeper and higher; and not a gaffer could tend his garden in what he calls peace but for them, whether he knows about them or not. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#love