#fiction

So when he touched me, it was deeper and slower than the wildfire, like the flow of molten rock far beneath the surface of the earth. Too deep to feel the heat of it, but it moved inexorably, changing the very foundations of the world with its advance. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#romancem #science-fiction #change

Our true nature is bliss. That bliss is like the sun that always shines. It remains ever present, but the events in life and clouds of worry and even emotions like happiness may obscure it like storm clouds obscure the sun. ↗

— Debra Moffitt

#emotions #happiness #inner-peace #joy #mind-body-spirit

I calculated how easy it would be to pull a chair next to the windowsill, climb up, and simply allow my body to fall four stories to the street. Then an inner voice broke in, "There's got to be something more. Go find it. ↗

— Debra Moffitt

#non-fiction-books-inspirational #spiritual-journey #spiritual-life #spirituality #inspirational

I don't believe the inner work ever really ends, and sometimes I'd like to take a vacation. ↗

— Debra Moffitt

#inner-work #life-lessons #non-fiction-books-inspirational #spiritual-work #spirituality

The soul-Self doesn't follow the crowd. It encourages you to speak up when you need to and live by your truth. ↗

— Debra Moffitt

#mindfulness #non-fiction-books-inspirational #soul #spirit #spiritual-journey

The line between him and the enemy had simultaneously blurred and solidified. Somehow, while perhaps it shouldn't have, this thought provided a strange sense of peace. ↗

— Kristina McMorris

#peace #philosophy #war #wisdom #world-war-ii

I like to see people reunited, maybe that's a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all the change, I like the hugging, the brining together, the end of missing someone. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#young-adult-fiction #change

I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home!" Le avventure di Pinocchio ↗

— Nancy B. Brewer

#horror #mystery-suspense #home

Can I kiss you?” And she would let him, lightly on her lips, a moment of brief anticipation. “Your kisses are like sugar woman.” He would tell her affectionately. “So sweet.” He would close in on her and then ask softly, “Please spend the night with me. ↗

— Keira D. Skye

#couples #kiss #kisses #kissing #love

What stories can do, I guess, is make things present. I can look at things I never looked at. I can attach faces to grief and love and pity and God. I can be brave. I can make myself feel again. ↗

— Tim O'Brien

#stories #writing #love