#die

The most profound, life-altering gift you can offer the Indie writer you love is to TELL as MANY avid readers as you are able. ↗

— R.S. Guthrie

#indie-books #readers #life

I bought a selection of short, romantic fiction novels, studied them, decided that I had found a formula and then wrote a book that I figured was the perfect story. Thank goodness it was rejected. ↗

— Louise Brown

#bought #decided #fiction #figured #formula

remember you must live. remember you most love. remainder you mist leaf. ↗

— Ali Smith

#remember-you-must-die #love

I’m willing to die for the woman I love. I just want to take 75 years to do it. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#aging #death #die #life #lifespan

The way back will come but once. Be steadfast. ↗

— Robert Jordan

#lovely #magical #medieval #love

I don't know,' I cried without being heard, 'I do not know, If nobody comes, then nobody comes. I've done nobody any harm, nobody's done me any harm, but nobody will help me. A pack of nobodies. Yet that isn't all true. Only, that nobody helps me - a pack of nobodies would be rather fine, on the other hand. I'd love to go on an excursion - why not? - with a pack of nobodies. Into the mountains, of course, where else? How these nobodies jostle each other, all these lifted arms linked together, these numberless feet treading so close! Of course they are all in dress suits. We go so gaily, the wind blows through us and the gaps in our company. Our throats swell and are free in the mountains! It's a wonder that we don't burst into song. ↗

— Franz Kafka

#nobodies #love

Loving Vera Dietz was the scariest thing that ever happened to me. -Please Ignore Vera Dietz ↗

— A.S. King

#love

an English girl might well believe that time is how you spend your love. ↗

— Nick Laird

#nick-laird #poem #poetry #the-last-saturday-in-ulster #time

You have known, O Gilgamesh, What interests me, To drink from the Well of Immortality. Which means to make the dead Rise from their graves And the prisoners from their cells The sinners from their sins. I think love's kiss kills our heart of flesh. It is the only way to eternal life, Which should be unbearable if lived Among the dying flowers And the shrieking farewells Of the overstretched arms of our spoiled hopes. ↗

— Herbert Mason

#verse #warm-bodies #life

I wanted Cassia to choose me. In some ways, our being Matched is the biggest strike against me. How was she supposed to love me when the Society said she should? ↗

— Ally Condie

#reached #xander #love