#hog

An aphorism ought to be entirely isolated from the surrounding world like a little work of art and complete in itself like a hedgehog. ↗

— Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel

#art #complete #entirely #hedgehog #isolated

Don't forget to give Neville our love!' Ginny told James as she hugged him. 'Mum! I can't give a professor love!' 'But you know Neville-' James rolled his eyes. 'Outside, yeah, but at school he's Professor Longbottom, isn't he? I can't walk into Herbology and give him love.... ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#deathly-hallows #epilogue #harry-potter #hogwarts #humor

Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind that neither flame nor curse could cause, and he stood up, swaying, more frightened than he had been that day, more frightened, perhaps, than he had been in his whole life... ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#hogwarts #death

That was it. Shogo stopped breathing. The dim yellow light falling from the ceiling of the pilothouse shone on his pale face. He seemed at ease. "Shogo!" Shuya yelled. He still had more to say. "You'll see Keiko! You'll be happy with her! You're--" It was too late. Shogo couldn't hear anything anymore. But his face just looked so damned peaceful. "Damn it." Shuya's lips trembled along with his words. "Damn it." Holding Shogo's hands, Noriko was crying. Shuya also put his hand on Shogo's thick hand. A thought occured to him. He searched through Shogo's pockets and found the red bird call. He pressed it into Shogo's right hand and closed his hands over it so he could hold it. Shuya then finally burst into tears. ↗

— Koushun Takami

#sad #shogo #death

Because beauty consits of it's own passing, just as we reach for it. It's the ephemeral configuration of things in the moment, when you can see both their movement and their death. ↗

— Muriel Barbery

#death #hedgehogs #beauty

Maybe that's what being alive is about: so we can track down those movments that are dying. ↗

— Muriel Barbery

#hedgehogs #life #movement #death

IT'S A SWORD, said the Hogfather. THEY'RE NOT /MEANT/ TO BE SAFE. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#hogfather #humor #safe #sword #death

Don’t try to hog loneliness and keep it all to yourself. Share it with a special someone.
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— Jarod Kintz

#alone #bizarre #funny #hog #humor

The opportunity was too perfect to miss. Harry crept silently around behind Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, bent down, and scooped a large handful of mud out of the path. 'We were just talking about your friend Hagrid,' Malfoy said to Ron. 'Just trying to imagine what he's saying to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. D'you think he'll cry when they cut off his hippogriff's-' SPLAT. Malfoy's head jerked back as the mud hit him; his silverblond hair was suddenly dripping in muck. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#humor #malfoy #mud #naughty #sneaky

Red", I write "is the color of life. It's blood, passion, rage. It's menstrual flow and after birth. Beginnings and violent end. Red is the color of love. Beating hearts and hungry lips. Roses, Valentines, cherries. Red is the color of shame. Crimson cheeks and spilled blood. Broken hearts, opened veins. A burning desire to return to white. ↗

— Mary Hogan

#pretty-face #red #life