#gh

Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, "It might have been. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#regret #men

Ian's sense of right and wrong overwhelms me. Not a single other person .... I know possesses such an unshakable sense of morality. Its more than unbelievable. It's frightening. To offer without strings something all men crave, and be rejected by him is incomprehensible. Think I'll have to kick Kaeleigh's ass. Does she have any idea what it means .... to be so treasured? He has built a pedestal for her so tall that she is afraid to be lifted atop it, because to fall would mean certain death. But oh, she would rise far, far beyond fear. ↗

— Ellen Hopkins

#ian #identical #kaeleigh #raeanne #death

Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another! ↗

— Douglas McGrath

#emma #movie-quote #mr-knightley #movies

The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug. ↗

— Mark Twain

#between #bug #difference #lightning #right

If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#people

Grover was sniffing the wind, looking nervous. He fished out his acorns and threw them into the sand, then played his pipes. They rearranged themselves in a pattern that made no sense to me, but Grover looked concerned. "That's us," he said. "Those five nuts right there." "Which one is me?" I asked. "The little deformed one," Zoe suggested. "Oh, shut up. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#percy-jackson #zoe-nightshade #right

Reader's Bill of Rights 1. The right to not read 2. The right to skip pages 3. The right to not finish 4. The right to reread 5. The right to read anything 6. The right to escapism 7. The right to read anywhere 8. The right to browse 9. The right to read out loud 10. The right to not defend your tastes ↗

— Daniel Pennac

#reading #rights #right

But I watch my brothers give their hearts away and I think, Don’t you know better? Hearts are breakable. And I think even when you heal, you’re never what you were before. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #city

What's the point in wasting a perfectly good brick wall when you have someone to throw against it, that's what I always say. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #city

Demon pox, oh demon pox Just how is it acquired? One must go down to the bad part of town Until one is very tired. Demon pox, oh demon pox, I had it all along— Not the pox, you foolish blocks, I mean this very song— For I was right, and you were wrong!" "Will!" Charlotte shouted over the noise, "Have you LOST YOUR MIND? CEASE THAT INFERNAL RACKET! Jem—" Jem, rising to his feet, clapped his hands over Will's mouth. "Do you promise to be quiet?" he hissed into his friend's ear. Will nodded, blue eyes blazing. Tessa was staring at him in amazement; they all were. She had seen Will many things—amused, bitter, condescending, angry, pitying—but never giddy before. Jem let him go. "All right, then." Will slid to the floor, his back against the armchair, and threw up his arms. "A demon pox on all your houses!" he announced, and yawned. "Oh, God, weeks of pox jokes," said Jem. "We're in for it now. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#pox #will #right