#entry

Hardly anything is made of wood anymore. Nature has provided us with far more durable materials. Carpentry is as obsolete as rainforests. ↗

— Bauvard

#funny #humor #nature #rainforests #wood

I smiled at him, as Doyle squeezed my hand and I squeezed back. "Some people are addicted to falling in love, Doctor. Some people love that rush of new emotions, and when that first rush of new love is spent, they move on to the next, thinking the love wasn't real. What I felt in her, and potentially in you, is the love of years. Love that knows that that first rush of freshness isn't the real thing. It's the tip of the iceberg. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#meredith-gentry #love

It seemed to me that I was suddenly in the presence of incosolable, unavoidable, and immense pain. The thought of that death hunted me and turned everything else into nothing. ↗

— Hélène Berr

#death

My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you've been mean to someone, they won't believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it's time to stop being nice, then destroy them. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#life #meredith-gentry #nice #inspirational

It's a wonderful, inspiring feeling to have real friends who love and understand you. I have never had that feeling before. ↗

— Hélène Berr

#inspirational

Fear not; and the God of mercies grant a full gale and a fair entry into His kingdom, which may carry sweetly and swiftly over the bar, that you find not the rub of death. ↗

— Donald Cargill

#carry #death #entry #fair #fear

If poets often commit suicide, it is not because their poems are bad but because they are good. Whoever heard of a bad poet committing suicide? The reader is only a little better off. The exhilaration of a good poem lasts twenty minutes, an hour at most. Unlike the scientist, the artist has reentry problems that are frequent and catastrophic. ↗

— Walker Percy

#poetry #reentry-problems #suicide #art

For whatever reason, I made the Goblin Queen nervous. Kurag had proposed marriage once upon a time, but I think it was desire for sidhe magic in the goblin bloodline more than true desire for me. Oh, Kurag would fuck me if I'd let him, but that wasn't much of a compliment. Kurag would probably have fucked anything if it held still long enough. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#kurag #merry-gentry #marriage

I sat there for three hours and did not feel the time or the boredom of our talk and its foolish disconnection. As long as I could hear his voice, I was quite lost, quite blind, quite outside my own self. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#lost

Don't call me 'gentleman'. I work for a livin'. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#george-cooper #humour #labels #humour