#er

Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike. ↗

— J. K. Rowling

#dislike #indifference #more #much #neglect

Come in. And try not to murder any of my guests." Jace edged into the doorway, sizing up Magnus with his eyes. "Even if one of them spills a drink on my new shoes?" "Even then. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #magnus-bane #city

Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who'll give you a little love, a little affection, a little tenderness? It means you're in the wrong house, that's what it means. ↗

— Henny Youngman

#affection #come #do you know #give #home

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year. ↗

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

#infidelity #relationships #seasons #summer #relationships

Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see. ↗

— C. S. Lewis

#large #letters #miracles #same #see

Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us. ↗

— Brian Jacques

#emotion #emotions #flowers #fruit #growing

I said uselessly, "Sam, don't go." Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. "These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#parting #sadness #separation #wolf #remember

I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#lewis #misery #sad #truth #sad

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#mourning #sadness #sorrow #suffering #sad

Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#sad