#fore

rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying. ↗

— Patricia Cornwell

#murder #mystery #science #science

I invented 'It's a good thing' before you were even born. ↗

— Martha Stewart

#before #born #even #good #good thing

There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

#foreign lands #lands #only #traveler #who

Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#time

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. (Act 4, Scene 1) ↗

— William Shakespeare

#macbeth #acting

Oh, my sweet summer child," Old Nan said quietly, "what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#foreboding #scary #children

Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passion, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence. ↗

— John Adams

#facts #forefather #passion #state

War." Gorgon spits the word. "That is what they call it to give the illusion of honor and law. It is chaos. Madness and blood and the hunger to win. It has always been thus and shall always be so. ↗

— Libba Bray

#forever #gorgon #honor #law #war

How can I play baseball when I'm worried about foreign policy? ↗

— Charles M. Schulz

#foreign-policy #baseball

Here's one of the things I learned that morning: if you cross a line and nothing happens, the line loses meaning. It's like that old riddle about a tree falling in a forest, and whether it makes a sound if there's no one around to hear it. You keep drawing a line farther and farther away, crossing it every time. That's how people end up stepping off the edge of the earth. You'd be surprised at how easy it is to bust out of orbit, to spin out to a place where no one can touch you. To lose yourself--to get lost. Or maybe you wouldn't be surprised. Maybe some of you already know. To those people, I can only say: I'm sorry. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#young-adult-fiction #end