#he

Hedwig didn't return until the end of the Easter holidays. Percy's letter was enclosed in a package of Easter eggs that Mrs. Weasley had sent. Both Harry's and Ron's were the size of dragon eggs, and full of home-made toffee. Hermione's, however, was smaller than a chicken's egg. Her face fell when she saw it. "Your mum doesn't read Witch's Weekly, by any chance, does she, Ron?" she asked quietly. "Yeah," said Ron, whose mouth was full of toffee. "Gets it for the recipes." Hermione looked sadly at her tiny egg. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#hermione-granger #ron-weasley #sad #witches

I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#eclipse #edward-cullen #ian-o-shea #new-moon #soul

When many voices are speaking at once, listen to the one most quiet and gentle. That’s the one worth listening to. ~ Miranda* ~ ↗

— Miranda Linda Weisz

#listen-to-your-heart #listening-to-inner-self #meditation #truth #self-worth

It is the most ambitious and driven among us who are the most sorely in need of having our reckless hopes dampened through immersive dousings in the darkness which religions have explored. This is a particular priority for secular Americans, perhaps the most anxious and disappointed people on earth, for their nation infuses them with the most extreme hopes about what they may be able to achieve in their working lives and relationships. ↗

— Alain de Botton

#americans #anxiety #atheism #disappointment #drive

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt hollow and empty and aching. ↗

— Juliet Marillier

#heartache

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#heart-ache #hurt #untold-things #heartache

I am done slowing down, giving people their time and space, letting them explore their options. ↗

— Marla Miniano

#heartache

If we never have headaches through rebuking our children, we shall have plenty of heartaches when they grow up. ↗

— Charles H. Spurgeon

#heartache

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee-- Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!" Quothe the Raven, "Nevermore. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#loss #heartache

My stomach lurched, an appetizer before the full portion of heartache I had a feeling was going to be served at some point soon. ↗

— Gayle Forman

#heartache