#high

As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them. ↗

— John F. Kennedy

#express #forget #gratitude #highest #live

Drustan raked a hand through his hair and fumbled in the dark for the door. When it didn't budge, a part of him was unsurprised. Yet another part of him met the fact with a kind of glad resignation. She wanted battle? Battle she would get. It would be a pleasure to have it out with her finally. Once he'd ripped the door from the framing, he would exact vengeance upon her wee body with gleeful abandon. No more honorable I-won't-touch-you-because-I'm-betrothed. Nay he'd touch her. Any damn place and any damn way he wanted to. As many times as he wanted to. Until she begged and whimpered beneath him. She'd been trying to drive him mad? Well, he was giving in to it. He would act like the animal she made him feel like being. The hell with Anya, the hell with duty and honor, the hell with discipline. He needed to tup. Her. Now. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#gwen #karen-marie-moning #kiss-of-the-highlander #discipline

I run to run." ~ Sam ↗

— Tijan

#logan-cade #mason-kade #mason-sam #sam

He who hurries through life hurries to his grave. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#life

But Marisa already knew the answer and it was too late for recrimination. The chance of even a rational discussion of the problem was forever shut out of Mama’s brain. A brutal bastard was steadily sucking the intelligence and the very life from the mother who had once been witty, wise and loving. The scourge had a name Marisa had come to equate with hell: Alzheimer’s Disease. ↗

— Anna Jeffrey

#intelligence

But really, it was reading that led me to writing. And in particular, reading the American classics like Twain who taught me at an early age that ordinary lives of ordinary people can be made into high art. ↗

— Russell Banks

#american #art #classics #early #early age

Mary thus learns that the Most High has ever borne a Son in his bosom, and that this Son has now chosen her bosom as dwelling-place. ↗

— Hans Urs von Balthasar

#catholicism #christ #christianity #god #incarnation

L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#kindlehighlight

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#dreams

In high school I definitely had a clique of friends. And what I loved about it was that we were healthy and good girls. ↗