#fin

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. ↗

— Rumi

#each #fall #feet #finally #first

I'm not very good with anything physical...' she began as they turned down a hallway she had never seen. He flashed her a grin as they walked. 'I find that hard to believe.' She caught the innuendo in his voice and felt a blush creep to her cheeks. 'You know what I mean. ↗

— Michelle Zink

#griffin #griffin-channing #helen #helen-cartwright #michelle-zink

I think I should learn to jump on my own soon, don't you?' 'And deprive myself of the opportunity to be near you?' His voice was husky in her ear, his breath tickling the tender skin of her neck. 'That seems foolish on my part, but if you'd like to learn, I'll teach you.' She nodded, her voice stuck in her throat. 'Very well,' he said. 'But not tonight. Tonight you'll stay with me. ↗

— Michelle Zink

#griffin #griffin-channing #helen #helen-cartwright #michelle-zink

Patience – A minor form of despair, disguised as a virtue. ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

#virtue

They grabbed me and up I went. My shriek probably could've been heard in England. It certainly brought the basketball coach and the rest of the boys running in the belief that someone was being brutally murdered. I don't think Mrs. Green will be picking me for the squad. ↗

— Joss Stirling

#finding-sky #england

The final proof of greatness lies in being able to endure criticism without resentment. ↗

— Elbert Hubbard

#being #criticism #endure #final #final proof

Some people, from what I've seen, boo, when they lie, they become very still and centered and their gaze very concentrated and intense. They try to dominate the person they lie to. The person to whom they're lying. Another type becomes fluttery and insubstantial and punctuates his lie with little self-deprecating motions and sounds, as if credulity were the same as pity. Some bury the lie in so many digressions and asides that they like try to slip the lie in there through all the extraneous data like a tiny bug through a windowscreen ... Then there are what I might call your Kamikaze-style liars. These'll tell you a surreal and fundamentally incredible lie, and then pretend a crisis of conscience and retract the original lie, and then offer you the like they really want you to buy instead, so the real lie'll appear a some kind of concession, a settlement with through. That type's mercifully easy to see through ... Or then the type who sort of overelaborates on the lie, buttresses it with rococo formations of detail and amendment, and that's how you can always tell ... So Now I've established a subtype of the over-elaborator type. This is the liar who used to be an over-elaborator and but has somehow snapped to the fact that rococo elaborations give him away every time, so he changes and now lies tersely, sparely, seeming somehow bored, like what he's saying is too obviously true to waste time on. ↗

— David Foster Wallace

#liars #overanalysis #types-of-liars #change

Recession is when your neighbor loses his job. Depression is when you lose yours. And recovery is when Jimmy Carter loses his. ↗

— Ronald Reagan

#depression #recession #slogan #job

An infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#passion #time #space

Her soft trailing fingers would continue to attempt a connection that I refused to allow; that I couldn’t allow if I wanted to survive. ↗

— J.D. Stroube

#adult #child #connection #fingers #ghost