#heart

When you are inquisitive, Jane, you always make me smile. You open your eyes like an eager bird, and make every now and then a restless movement, as if answers in speech did not flow fast enough for you, and you wanted to read the tablet of one's heart. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#heart #human-nature #inquisitive #learning #love

She smiled, and there it was again, that aching pressure in his chest. Love, or a heart attack. Kind of the same thing. ↗

— Kristan Higgins

#heart-attack #love #smile #love

His eyes search the crowd until they find my face. My heartbeat lives in my throat; lives in my cheeks. "I still don't understand," he says softly, "how she knew that it would work. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#love #simulation #tobias-eaton #tris-prior #love

Don’t be with him, don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me. I don’t know how to be without you. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#heartache #jace-wayland #love #pain #love

Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin' gold And like the sky my soul is also turnin' Turnin' from the past, at last and all I've left behind ↗

— Ray Lamontagne

#epiphany #gold #heart #moving-on #redemption

The academic bias against subjectivity not only forces our students to write poorly ("It is believed...," instead of, "I believe..."), it deforms their thinking about themselves and their world. In a single stroke, we delude our students into believing that bad prose turns opinions into facts and we alienate them from their own inner lives. ↗

— Parker J. Palmer

#heart #subjectivity #teaching #grammar

Maybe I can stalk you again sometime.” “Absolutely. ↗

— Katie Klein

#funny #jaden-mcentyre #katie-klein #parker-whalen #stalk

With every strike of lightning Comes a memory that lasts Not a word is left unspoken As the thunder starts to crash Maybe I should give up Standing out in the rain Need to know if it's over Cause I would leave you alone I'm flooded with all this pain Knowing that I'll never hold her Like I did before the storm ↗

— Jonas Brothers

#love #love

I love everything that makes up a milieu, the rolling of the carriages and the noise of the workmen in Paris, the cries of a thousand birds in the country, the movement of the ships on the waters. I love also absolute, profound silence, and, in short, I love everything that is around me, no matter where I am. ↗

— George Sand

#felicity #happiness #joy #life #lightheartedness

Thanks to Lana Turner, Eleven Eleven, The Nation, LIT Magazine (USA), Critical Quarterly (UK), Beautiful Outlaw Press, no press, The Capilano Review, cv2, Rhubarb and Centre A Gallery (Canada). ↗

— Erin Moure

#capitalism #feltheart #friends #heartfelt #lana-turner