#dl

You are a bit like that painting, Minnow. Remember how lovingly and carefully formed you are. Your thoughts, your talents, your memories, your mistakes.... they all make the complete canvas of you. Even though others may mistake your worth, you must never value yourself any less. ↗

— Michelle Marcos

#romantic #love

She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her you are her poet. But that's all there's to it. ↗

— Mahmoud Darwish

#poetry #love

A thing is not necessarily true because badly uttered, nor false because spoken magnificently. ↗

— Saint Augustine

#because #false #necessarily #nor #spoken

If we found a ticket to Disneyland would you think we should arrest Mickey Mouse? ↗

— Diane L. Randle

#bloodlines #crime #drowning #ghost #lost-love

Etta gave Will a small, knowing smile. "Will, sometimes you have to love people for who they are, not who you want them to be. ↗

— Deanna Lynn Sletten

#fiction-novel #middle-grade #outlaw-heroes #young-adult #love

Quincy and Jake seem to be content to spend an enormous amount of time along together, which I count as romantic, but might simply be because they don't have a child: the Blues versus the world. ↗

— Sally Koslow

#couple #love #love

Linc was so amazed at what he saw and heard, “This is sooo cool. I love this place. This looks way better than a day spotting weird people at Walmart. ↗

— S.W. Lothian

#adventure #fantasy #humour #magic #middle-grade

The enduring rapture with magic and fable has always struck me as latently childish and somehow sexless (and thus also related to childlessness). ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#childlessness #fable #fantasy-literature #literary-criticism #literature

An image of Sydney's face appeared in my mind's eye, calm and lovely. I believe in you. My anxiety faded. I took a deep breath and met the gazes of all those watching me in the room. Who was I to do this? I was Adrian Ivashkov. And I was about to kick some ass. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines-series #richelle-mead #sydney-sage #sydrian #the-fiery-heart

To-day the woman is Mrs. Richard Roe, to-morrow Mrs. John Doe, and again Mrs. James Smith according as she changes masters, and she has so little self-respect that she does not see the insult of the custom. ↗

— Elizabeth Cady Stanton

#change