#ding

Everything has to come to an end, sometime. ↗

— L. Frank Baum

#logic #logic

People often say that humans have always eaten animals, as if this is a justification for continuing the practice. According to this logic, we should not try to prevent people from murdering other people, since this has also been done since the earliest of times. ↗

— Isaac Bashevis Singer

#also #always #been #continuing #done

A daily dose of daydreaming heals the heart, soothes the soul, and strengthens the imagination. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#healing #heart #imaginary-friend #imagination #inspirational

The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#endings #goals

To preserve our independence, we must not let our rulers load us with perpetual debt. We must make our election between economy and liberty, or profusion and servitude. ↗

— Thomas Jefferson

#fiscal-policy #national-debt #political-philosophy #liberty

We must learn to regard people less in the light of what they do or omit to do, and more in the light of what they suffer. ↗

— Dietrich Bonhoeffer

#empathy #kindness #suffering #understanding-others #suffering

As a writer, you should not judge, you should understand. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#writing-advice #understanding

As a child, I read because books–violent and not, blasphemous and not, terrifying and not–were the most loving and trustworthy things in my life. I read widely, and loved plenty of the classics so, yes, I recognized the domestic terrors faced by Louisa May Alcott’s March sisters. But I became the kid chased by werewolves, vampires, and evil clowns in Stephen King’s books. I read books about monsters and monstrous things, often written with monstrous language, because they taught me how to battle the real monsters in my life. And now I write books for teenagers because I vividly remember what it felt like to be a teen facing everyday and epic dangers. I don’t write to protect them. It’s far too late for that. I write to give them weapons–in the form of words and ideas-that will help them fight their monsters. I write in blood because I remember what it felt like to bleed. ↗

— Sherman Alexie

#teens #writing #young-adult-literature #life

Books, books, books! I had found the secret of a garret room Piled high with cases in my father’s name; Piled high, packed large,--where, creeping in and out Among the giant fossils of my past, Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there At this or that box, pulling through the gap, In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, The first book first. And how I felt it beat Under my pillow, in the morning’s dark, An hour before the sun would let me read! My books! ↗

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#literature #reading #terrorism

Angel... I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.' -Patch (PG 262) ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#nora-grey #patch-cipriano #understanding