#fiction

Life is about trusting your feelings and taking chances, losing and finding happiness, appreciating the memories, learning from the past, and realizing people change. ↗

— Atul Purohit

#fiction #life #love #novel #change

By being unknowable, by resulting from events which, at the sub-atomic level, cannot be fully predicted, the future remains malleable, and retains the possibility of change, the hope of coming to prevail; victory, to use an unfashionable word. In this, the future is a game; time is one of the rules. ↗

— Iain M. Banks

#change

The impatient man of courage is like a premature ejaculation. ↗

— Elizaveta Mikhailichenko

#courage

...he had a way of taking your hand which made it clear he'd have to be the one to let go." From Alice Hoffman's "Local Girls", pg.102. ↗

— Alice Hoffman

#dating #female #fiction #love #relationship

In the end, like so many beautiful promises in our lives, that dinner date never came to be. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#novel #beauty

If I wasn't sure before, I'm sure now that she poisoned him to death. I'm also fairly sure she had help killing him, and by God, I'm going to prove it, if it's the last thing I ever do. ↗

— Jeannie Walker

#true-crime #death

There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies - which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world - what I want to forget. ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#fiction #marlow #death

There’s this anomaly that happens sometimes with twins. It occurs in the womb when the fetuses are growing too closely to each other. The stronger twin develops normally, while the weaker twin crumples and is encased by the body of the stronger twin, where it becomes a parasite. The result is a single child, plagued by a twin-shaped fossil inside. Like a tumor. In death Rose became Linden’s parasitic twin. They were two separate organisms once, growing steadily beside each other. Two pulses. Two brains. But she has crumpled and died, and still he carries her inside himself. She goes where he goes, feeling nothing, seeing nothing, a shadow behind his ribs. ↗

— Lauren DeStefano

#poetic-fiction #death

Verily, a man without fear is either dead or happy to die. ↗

— Wayne Gerard Trotman

#chi-ro-jin #fear #fear-of-death #fear-of-dying #fearlessness

Surely Tillie knew glitter on wrinkled cleavage was a sin. ↗

— Julie Anne Lindsey

#humor #death