#her

No one gossips about other people's secret virtues. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#gossips #other #people #secret #virtues

Without my dad, I wouldn't be here. ↗

— Maria Sharapova

#here #i #without

I love to get people to sing and play together. ↗

— Jules Shear

#i #i love #love #people #play

Chairs have legs. Four of them, like my father. Meow.
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— Jarod Kintz

#cats #chairs #dad #family #father

Worry was my mother's mechanic, her mechanism for engaging with the machinery of living. Worry was an anchor for her, a hook, something to clutch on to in the world. Worry was a box to live inside of, worry a mechanism for evading the present, for re-creating the past, for dealing with the future. ↗

— Charles Yu

#worry #science

Somewhere out there the world must have an end. ↗

— Wislawa Szymborska

#must #out #somewhere #world

Warlock,” he said. “I know who you are.” Magnus raised his eyebrows. “You do?” “Magnus Bane. Destroyer of the demon Marabas. Son of—” “Now,” said Magnus, quickly. “There’s no need to go into all of that.” “But there is.” The demon sounded reasonable, even amused. “If it is infernal assistance you require, why not summon your father?” Alec looked at Magnus with his mouth open. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#demon #magnus-bane #warlock #father

My father always used to say, "Don't raise your voice. Improve your argument." Good sense does not always lie with the loudest shouters, nor can we say that a large, unruly crowd is always the best arbiter of what is right. ↗

— Desmond Tutu

#father

In stark contrast to two nights ago, when I felt Peeta was a million miles away, I'm struck by his immediacy now. As we settle in, he pulls my head down to use his arm as a pillow; the other rests protectively over me even when he goes to sleep. No one has held me like this in such a long time. Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else's arms have made me feel this safe. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#peeta #the-hunger-games #father

What fabrications they are, mothers. Scarecrows, wax dolls for us to stick pins into, crude diagrams. We deny them an existence of their own, we make them up to suit ourselves -- our own hungers, our own wishes, our own deficiencies. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#childhood #motherhood #projection #psychology #childhood