#ene

She was a thin woman in a mustard-yellow suit, with a yellowish complexion, short-cropped rusty red hair, and a stiff posture. She reminded Reynie of a giant walking pencil. ↗

— Trenton Lee Stewart

#the-mysterious-benedict-society #humor

Trace is cooking Nonna's lasagna." "Wow. I must see this." "He was wearing her little apron and everything." "Got a camera? ↗

— Joss Stirling

#crystal #humor #seeking-crystal #trace #xav

So planning something big." "If this is the work of the Overtakers, we've never seen anything like it." "It is," a voice said behind them. Maybeck slipped in alongside of them. "You about scared the pee out of me!" Charlene complained. ↗

— Ridley Pearson

#disney #humor #kigdom-keepers #pee #humor

You need to remember that. If you’re to have decent lives, you have to know who you are and what lies ahead of you, every one of you. ↗

— Kazuo Ishiguro

#self-awareness #life

He reminded me of Gerald Roma from grade school, who used to burn ants with a magnifying glass. He was never quite right. It was weird that he spontaneously combusted during finals week our freshman year in college. Payback was a bitch. ↗

— Darynda Jones

#fourth-grave-beneath-my-feet #humor #humor

Imagine there was a cure, but finding it would cost you everything. It would completely ruin your life. What would you do? ↗

— Marissa Meyer

#cinder #marissa-meyer #imagination

I think that most people would rather face the light of a real enemy than the darkness of their imagined fears. ↗

— Max Brooks

#fear #imagination

I once knew of a girl whose story forms the substance of the diary. Whether he has seduced others I do not know... we learn of his desire for something altogether arbitrary. With the help of his mental gifts he knew how to tempt a girl to draw her to him without caring to possess her in any stricter sense. I can imagine him able to bring a girl to the point where he was sure she would sacrifice all then he would leave without a word let a lone a declaration a promise. The unhappy girl would retain the consciousness of it with double bitterness because there was not the slightest thing she could appeal to. She could only be constantly tossed about in a terrible witches' dance at one moment reproaching herself forgiving him at another reproaching him and then since the relationship would only have been actual in a figurative sense she would constantly have to contend with the doubt that the whole thing might only have been an imagination. ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#forgiveness

The music was more than music- at least what we are used to hearing. The music was feeling itself. The sound connected instantly with something deep and joyous. Those powerful moments of true knowledge that we have to paper over with daily life. The music tapped the back of our terrors, too. Things we'd lived through and didn't want to ever repeat. Shredded imaginings, unadmitted longings, fear and also surprisingly pleasures. No, we can't live at that pitch. But every so often something shatters like ice and we are in the river of our existence. We are aware. And this realization was in the music, somehow, or in the way Shamengwa played it. ↗

— Louise Erdrich

#music #imagination

Take all the time & energy you waste on envy, and use it to try to improve yourself. You will find you are better off and happier than you ever imagined. ↗

— Gary Rudz

#envy #happiness #self-improvement #time #imagination