#hart

Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die. ↗

— Karl Shapiro

#blow #chart #die #eyes #face

Chase leaned in close. "hey" What? Are you wearing perfume? No... why would I be wearing perfume?... You sure you're not wearing anything? It smells like jasmine. Must be the bushes ↗

— Gemma Halliday

#funny

A weak King must be what other Kings have been; a strong King is himself, and from then on the meaning of the name of King is changed. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#hart-s-hope #leadership #change

You don’t see yourself clearly, but I do. You’re the man that I want, and I’m fighting for you, fighting for us. ↗

— Ella Fox

#family

Don't you ever talk about yourself like that to me again. You hurt me when you hurt yourself Spencer. Think about that the next time you go to say something so stupid. ↗

— Ella Fox

#family

At last, somebody in line steps forward. “I can commit,” he says. He’s a tall, lean young man with a rifle slung over his back. “What’s your name?” Chris asks. “Andrew,” he replies. “And I’m in.” Chris nods. A few other guys step forward and, after a few moments, the entire crowd of ex-POWs takes one step, signifying their decision. My chest swells with pride – pride for Chris’s leadership, pride for the people willing to give their lives to take down Omega. It’s a rush. ↗

— Summer Lane

#cassidy-hart #chris-young #romance #state-of-chaos #summer-lane

Whether it is good or evil, whether life in itself is pain or pleasure, whether it is uncertain-that it may perhaps be this is not important-but the unity of the world, the coherence of all events, the embracing of the big and the small from the same stream, from the same law of cause, of becoming and dying. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#life #siddhartha #uncertainty #unity #life

They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#being #hesse #life #siddhartha #unity

Yes Siddhartha,' he said. 'Is this what you mean: that the river is in all places at once, at its source and where it flows into the sea, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the rapids, in the ocean, in the mountains, everywhere at once, so for the river there is only the present moment and not the shadow of the future?' 'It is,' Siddhartha said.'And once I learned this I considered my life, and it too was a river, and the boy Siddhartha was separated from the man Siddhartha and the graybeard Siddhartha only by shadows, not by real things. ... Nothing was, nothing will be; everything is, everything has being and presence. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#life

And I think that's how I would describe love right now if someone asked me. You're so connected to someone else that the world and all its cliques and challenges and traumas and mysteries can't hurt you that much. ↗

— Audrey Hart

#love #love