#fiction

No matter how hard it is, or how hard it gets, don't ever, ever, ever lose hope! ↗

— Jim Yackel

#faith #fiction-novel #hope #inspirational #peace

Chemistry's a tricky thing, and if I'm not feeling it, I'm not gonna pretend. ↗

— Faith Sullivan

#new-adult-contemporary-romance #new-adult-fiction #new-adult-lit #new-adult-romance #faith

Katie, when I saw you again, there was nothing I wanted to do more than stand by your side for the rest of my life. ↗

— Faith Sullivan

#new-adult-contemporary-romance #new-adult-fiction #new-adult-lit #new-adult-romance #faith

He made me feel wanted - good about myself, even. Like he immediately accepted me for me, no questions asked. ↗

— Faith Sullivan

#new-adult-contemporary-romance #new-adult-fiction #new-adult-lit #new-adult-romance #faith

Karl Marx: "Religion is the opiate of the masses." Carrie Fisher: "I did masses of opiates religiously. ↗

— Carrie Fisher

#addiction #alcoholism #celebrities #dysfunctional-families #fiction

This is not written for the young or the light of heart, not for the tranquil species of men whose souls are content with the simple pleasures of family, church, or profession. Rather, I write to those beings like myself whose existence is compounded by a lurid intermingling of the dark and the light; who can judge rationally and think with reason, yet who feel too keenly and churn with too great a passion; who have an incessant longing for happiness and yet are shadowed by a deep and persistent melancholy—those who grasp gratification where they may, but find no lasting comfort for the soul. ↗

— B.E. Scully

#gothic #gothic-fiction #vampire #family

I know you think I should be home taking care of my family. That maybe I’d be distracted or I wouldn’t be as committed as the rest of you, but who’s more committed: the person with something to lose, or the people who’ve got nothing left? ↗

— Bill Blais

#kelly-and-umber-series #mother #no-good-deed #paranormal-fiction #wife

Sometimes, in the stillness of my room, my mom’s voice came to me, repeating things she’d said for months. Like, “My skin is melting off my face, isn’t it?” And, “My whole body feels dead from the crap they’re pouring into me. Do I look green to you?” And, “When I’m naked, I can see my heart beating. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#depression #family-relationships #glass-girl #grief #laura-anderson-kurk

Thank you father, thank you. I know you watched me from above and protected me. I promise I shall serve the Magnarian Confederation with all my body and soul. I shall dedicate myself fully to our confederation, the family that you so loved. And I love it too. I shall protect, love and respect it always. This is my promise and commitment. Thank you ↗

— Chayada Welljaipet

#sci-fi #science #science-fiction-fantasy #science-fiction-romance #short-stories

She opened up the glass jar she kept spare buttons in and began sorting through them. It was like handling bits and pieces of the past—buttons from loved ones’ dresses and suits and coats carefully gathered up and saved for future use. She had inherited many of the buttons from her mother and grandmother, even her Great Aunt Maggie. Each woman adding to the collection, like curators of a family museum. Now what would happen to them? ↗

— Elizabeth Jennings

#mother-daughter-relationships #southern-fiction #women-s-fiction #family