#ember

You think the only battles fought are done so with rifles, and the only wounds that kill draw blood. You think courage is loud, boisterous, and proud. Mrs. Warner, I don't think you have a clue as to what this memorial truly represents." -Clay to Meg ↗

— Lorraine Heath

#clayton #lorraine-heath #meg #courage

When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other. ↗

— Rob Sheffield

#music #remember #songs #death

It is always easy to question the judgement of others in matters of which we may be imperfectly informed. ↗

— P.D. James

#elizabeth-bennet #jane-austen #death

I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a time when she would be a distant memory - recalled only on the anniversary of her death, or maybe a couple of weeks after, remembering only after having forgotten. ↗

— John Green

#forgotten #memory #remembering #death

Let us eat and drink neither forgetting death unduly nor remembering it. The Lord hath mercy on whom he will have mercy, etc., and the less we think about it the better. ↗

— Samuel Butler

#better #death #drink #eat #etc

Think of yourself as a brand. You need to be remembered. What will they remember you for? What defines you? If you have it in you, do something that defines you. Invent something, develop a unique skill, get noticed for something — it creates a talking point. ↗

— Chris Arnold

#chris-arnold #create #creativity #design #develop

When you travel, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable. ↗

— Clifton Paul Fadiman

#country #designed #foreign #foreign country #make

Hunger gnawed at my stomach, but I was afraid someone would be in the kitchen again. So I found myself staring at the front door. Freedom seemed just a doorknob-turn away. When I did open the door, freedom didn't wait — a half-naked Hayden did. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#ember #hayden #freedom

He cradled her face between his hands, angled his mouth over hers, and welcomed the bliss she offered. Boldly, she gave her tongue the freedom to roam within his mouth. She sighed. He moaned. He thought a man could become spoiled touching a woman. He might never want to touch stone again. Stone wasn't warm. It didn't alter its shape with the gentlest of pressures. Stone didn't breathe so he could feel its moisture on his face. Rocks didn't make soft sounds that he'd carry with him until the day he died. ↗

— Lorraine Heath

#clayton #lorraine-heath #meg #freedom

She realized all at once that Doon, thin, dark eyed Doon, with his troublesome temper and his terrible brown jacket, and his good heart---- was the person she knew better than anyone now. He was her best friend. --City of Ember-- ↗

— Jeanne DuPrau

#city-of-ember #friendship #good-heart #jeanne-duprau #sweet