#hea

Adrian!" Something inside of me burst. "Will you shut the hell up for five seconds? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#headache #shadow-kiss #hell

My heart's broken,' he thought. 'If I feel this way my heart must be broken. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#short-story

In this world . . . It's Heaven when: The French are chefs The British are police The Germans are engineers The Swiss are bankers And the Italians are lovers It's Hell when: The English are chefs The Germans are police The French are engineers The Swiss are lovers And the Italians are bankers. ↗

— Hidekaz Himaruya

#chefs #engineers #heaven #hell #hetalia

If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart. ↗

— Nelson Mandela

#goes #head #heart #him #his

Our heaven is their hell, said God. I like a balanced universe. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#god #heaven #hell #balance

think when it's all over it just comes back in flashes, you know? It's like a kaleidoscope of memories; it just all comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen. It's not really anything he said, or anything he did ― it was the feeling that came along with it. Crazy thing is, I don't know if I'm ever going to feel that way again. But I don't know if I should. I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright, but I just thought, 'How can the devil be pulling you toward someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you?' Maybe he knew that when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn't losing him. It was losing me. ↗

— Taylor Swift

#loss #love #love

The ultimate test of man's conscience may be his willingness to sacrifice something today for future generations whose words of thanks will not be heard. ↗

— Gaylord Nelson

#earth-day #future #gary-nelson #generations #heard

Don't cry when the sun is gone, because the tears won't let you see the stars. ↗

— Violeta Parra

#stars

A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#heart #hurt #word #wound #child

Will looked as if he were being asked to believe in something impossible—snow in summertime, a London winter without rain. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #will-herondale #london