#dl

Whoever named Himmel Street certainly had a healthy sense of irony. Not that is was a living hell. It wasn't. But is sure as hell wasn't heaven, either. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#irony

Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort. ↗

— Anne Rice

#loneliness

Betrayal is never easy to handle and there is no right way to accept it. ↗

— Christine Feehan

#betrayal #handle #demons

The worst wounds, the deadliest of them, aren't the ones people see on the outside. They're the ones that make us bleed internally. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#deadliest #heal #hurt #internally #outside

She has turned the British bulldog into a Reagan poodle. ↗

— David Steel

#bulldog #into #poodle #reagan #she

With a few swift steps, Adrian stood in front of me again. The wall was only a couple inches behind me, and I had nowhere to go. He made no threatening moves, but he did clasp my hands and hold them to his chest while leaning down to me. “No, you will listen. For once, you’re going to hear something that doesn’t fit into your neat, compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason. Because this isn’t reasonable. If you’re terrified, believe me—this scares the hell out of me, too. You asked about Rose? I tried to be a better person for her—but it was to impress her, to get her to want me. But when I’m around you, I want to be better because… well, because it feels right. Because I want to. You make me want to become something greater than myself. I want to excel. You inspire me in every act, every word, every glance. I look at you, and you’re like… like light made into flesh. I said it on Halloween and meant every word: you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. And you don’t even know it. You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #golden #lily #mead #richelle

To my fellow Crosses, keep the faith. ↗

— Malorie Blackman

#love #persephone #persephone-hadley #sephy #faith

All stories are true,” Skarpi said. “But this one really happened, if that’s what you mean.” He took another slow drink, then smiled again, his bright eyes dancing. “More or less. You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way. Too much truth confuses the facts. Too much honesty makes you sound insincere. ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#kindlehighlight

Brick walls are there for a reason. They give us a chance to show how badly we want ↗

— Randy Pausch

#kindlehighlight

He hadn’t been peeping intentionally; he’d been trying to sneak into my room. So that was slightly less creepy, I supposed. ↗

— Amanda Hocking

#kindlehighlight