#hea

[Fireheart]mewed,"It's not my place to judge you." Greystripe looked up as Fireheart went on." Greystripe, whatever you decide to do, I will always be your friend. ↗

— Erin Hunter

#fireheart #firepaw #firestar #friend #friendship

It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans. ↗

— Friedrich Schiller

#clamor #difficult #discriminate #heated #partisans

I want to learn your trickery and feel what it’s like to have me wrapped around your finger. I want to lie to everyone because it gets me where I want faster. I want to be like you, because you are blind; and now that I finally see, I don’t want to. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#blind #breaking-up #breakups #broken-heart #broken-hearted

Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#heartache #heathcliff #love #sadness #death

In the kingdom of glass everything is transparent, and there is no place to hide a dark heart. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#clear #dark #disguise #glass #heart

Simply touching a difficult memory with some slight willingness to heal begins to soften the holding and tension around it. (74) ↗

— Stephen Levine

#grief #healing #healing-the-past #memory #tension

On the drive to Marv's office, Paul started nodding off again. Lacey had brought along a spray bottle for that very eventuality. She used it unremittingly. Paul's anger proved to be the most sobering elixir yet. ↗

— Lisa Lutz (Heads You Lose)

#anger

You teach me now how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me - what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#love #death

Literature for me… tries to heal the harm done by stories. (How much harm? Most of the atrocities of history have been created by stories, e.g., the Jews killed Jesus.) I follow Sartre that the freedom the author claims for herself must be shared with the reader. So that would mean that literature is stories that put themselves at the disposal of readers who want to heal themselves. Their healing power lies in their honesty, the freshness of their vision, the new and unexpected things they show, the increase in power and responsibility they give the reader. ↗

— Geoff Ryman

#freedom #freshness #healing #honesty #literature

All for one, and one for all! ↗

— Shiro Amano

#friendship