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The best revenge is not to be like your enemy. ↗

— Marcus Aurelius

#revenge #enemy

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#best #broken #fragments #glue #good

You haven't broken his heart yet, have you?" "No," Tessa said. Just torn my own in two. "I haven't broken his heart at all. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #broken

That taught us how to block a sword with two knives. But what if an ax man's coming at me?" Gilan looked suspicious. "An ax man? I don't recommend trying to block an ax with two knives." But Will wouldn't take no for an answer. "But what if he's charging at me?" Horace walked over. Gilan looked away. "Uh...shoot him." Horace intervened. "Can't, his bowstring's broken." Gilan gritted his teeth. "Run and hide." Will kept on him. "There's a sheer cliff behind me." Horace caught on. "There's a sheer cliff behind him, and his bowstring's broken. What should he do?" Gilan thought for a moment. "Jump off the cliff, it'll be less messy that way. ↗

— John Flanagan

#what-if #broken

Most of what I say is complete truth. My edit button is broken. ↗

— Myra McEntire

#truth #broken

I don't think anyone can give you advice when you've got a broken heart. ↗

— Britney Spears

#heartbreak #broken

I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#heartbroken #broken

Disappointment is really just a term for our refusal to look on the bright side. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#discouragement #failure #goals #optimism #pessimism

The cord, a familiar voice said. Remember your lifeline, dummy! Suddenly there was a tug in my lower back. The current pulled at me, but it wasn't carrying me away anymore. I imagined the string in my back keeping me tied to the shore. "Hold on, Seaweed Brain." It was Annabeth's voice, much clearer now. "You're not getting away from me that easily." The cord strengthened. I could see Annabeth now- standing barefoot above me on the canoe lake pier. I'd fallen out of my canoe. That was it. She was reaching out her hand to haul me up, and she was trying not to laugh. She wore her orange camp T-shirt and jeans. Her hair was tucked up in her Yankees cap, which was strange because that should have made her invisible. "You are such an idiot sometimes." She smiled. "Come on. Take my hand." Memories came flooding back to me- sharper and more colorful. I stopped dissolving. My name was Percy Jackson. I reached up and took Annabeth's hand. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#percy-jackson #imagination

Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#brain