#dr

Metaphors. This was the cost of making out with an artist. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #metaphor

In this modern world where activity is stressed almost to the point of mania, quietness as a childhood need is too often overlooked. Yet a child's need for quietness is the same today as it has always been--it may even be greater--for quietness is an essential part of all awareness. In quiet times and sleepy times a child can dwell in thoughts of his own, and in songs and stories of his own. ↗

— Margaret Wise Brown

#children #children-s-literature #stress

I am who I am and always shall be. ↗

— Laura Elizabeth

#fiction-novel #ghost-story #laura-elizabeth #murder-mystery #mystery

I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers’ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#drinking #drinking

Oh, Mama,” I said. “What if I don’t live that long?” My mother didn’t hesitate one second. “By hook or by crook, you will. Having children only increases your grip on the world. It’s like reading a thriller. You can’t put it down because you have to know how the story turns out. ↗

— Jo-Ann Mapson

#thriller

You will be interested to hear, Hilary, that it [the drug] had a most remarkable effect — even on Selena after a very modest quantity. She cast off all conventional restraints and devoted herself without shame to the pleasure of the moment." I asked for particulars of this uncharacteristic conduct. "She took from her handbag a paperback edition of Pride and Prejudice and sat on the sofa reading it, declining all offers of conversation. ↗

— Sarah Caudwell

#humour #jane-austen #hilarious

You know,” she said dreamily, passing over his question, “you’re not nearly as handsome as Lord St.Vincent.” “There’s a surprise,” he said dryly. “But for some reason,” she continued, “I never want to kiss him the way I do you.” It was a good thing that she had closed her eyes, for if she had seen his expression, she might not have continued. “There is something about you that makes me feel terribly wicked. You make me want to do shocking things. Maybe it’s because you’re so proper. Your necktie is never crooked, and your shoes are always shiny. And your shirts are so starchy. Sometimes when I look at you, I want to tear off all your buttons. Or set your trousers on fire. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#humor #romance #humor

In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels. ↗

— Arthur Rimbaud

#fantastic #fantasy #marvels #mourning

I can take care of myself, but I can’t take care of myself and a child. I’ve decided to give myself up for adoption.
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— Jarod Kintz

#adult #adulthood #child #children #decision

What exactly was the difference? he wondered to himself. And who decided which people wore the striped pajamas and which people wore the uniforms? ↗

— John Boyne

#epiphany #holocaust #thoughts #holocaust