#her

Achilles was murdered with a poisoned arrow, and Jason died alone, killed by his own rotting ship. Such is the fate of heroes. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #murder

All the heroes of tomorrow are the heretics of today. ↗

— Yip Harburg

#heretics #heroes #conformity

The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn't that way. It rained and little puddles of water shone under the street lamps on Main Street. In the woods in the darkness beyond the Fair Ground water dripped from the black trees. ↗

— Sherwood Anderson

#disappointment #ohio #rain #seasons #subtle

Pain is pain. It needs no description. ↗

— Christopher Paolini

#christopher-paolini #inheritance-cylcle #description

The moderns say we must not punish heretics. My only doubt is whether we have the right to punish anybody else. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#fiction #heresy #anarchy

A mother knows what her child's gone through, even if she didn't see it herself. ↗

— Pramoedya Ananta Toer

#motherhood

A mother's body remembers her babies-the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred scalp against her nose. Each child has it's own entreaties to body and soul. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#motherhood #motherhood

It's come at last", she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache. ↗

— Betty Smith

#motherhood #motherhood

Thus far the mighty mystery of motherhood is this: How is it that doing it all feels like nothing is ever getting done. ↗

— Rebecca Woolf

#motherhood

Being a mother is like trying to hold a wolf by the ears,” Gram said. “If you have three or four –or more – chickabiddies, you’re dancing on a hot griddle all the time. You don’t have time to think about anything else. And if you’ve only got one or two, it’s almost harder. You have room left over – empty spaces that you think you’ve got to fill up. ↗

— Sharon Creech

#motherhood