#hell

You can never run from your past; it defines who you are today. But, use your Awo given intelligence and enjoy the future…because THAT only comes once.’ VAALBARA The Land of Shadows ↗

— Michelle Horst

#guidance #hope #inspirational #intelegence #michelle-horst

Authors always carry a means for scribbling and an excuse for pausing, often inopportunely, to record those fleeting sparks of creative fancy that might otherwise vanish like a wisp in the wind if ignored.  Writing is a jealous and needy lover. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#creativity #inopportunity #jealousy #need #richelle

The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye, the story of love is hello and goodbye...until we meet again ↗

— Jimi Hendrix

#goodbye #hello #life #love #song-lyrics

Life, unfortunately, doesn't seem to care what we want. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#last-sacrifice #life #richelle-mead #sonya-karp #vampire-academy

What makes earth feel like hell is our expectation that it should feel like heaven. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#expectation #heaven #hell #life #life

Through clever and constant application of propaganda, people can be made to see paradise as hell, and also the other way round, to consider the most wretched sort of life as paradise. ↗

— Adolf Hitler

#application #clever #consider #constant #hell

I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd: 'I Myself am Heav'n and Hell ↗

— Omar Khayyám

#life #persian-poetry #poetry #life

Life is hell, at some point we all just have to get used to it. ↗

— Alysha Speer

#life #live #me #people #person

Hell is paved with good intentions. ↗

— Samuel Johnson

#good-intentions #hell #intentions #life

In the dull twilight of the winter afternoon she came to the end of a long road which had begun the night Atlanta fell. She had set her feet upon that road a spoiled, selfish and untried girl, full of youth, warm of emotion, easily bewildered by life. Now, at the end of the road, there was nothing left of that girl. Hunger and hard labor, fear and constant strain, the terrors of war and the terrors of Reconstruction had taken away all warmth and youth and softness. About the core of her being, a shell of hardness had formed and, little by little, layer by layer, the shell had thickened during the endless months. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#gone-with-the-wind-quotes #margaret-mitchell #margaret-mitchell-quote #life