#hold

Ideas aren't magical; the only tricky part is holding on to one long enough to get it written down. ↗

— Lynn Abbey

#enough #get #holding #holding on #ideas

Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone's hand is the beginning of a journey. At other times, it is allowing another to take yours. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#communication #connecting #connection #hands #holding-hands

How your heart can possibly find a way to love and trust a man again proves that I've fallen in love with the bravest woman I've ever known. I know how much courage it took for you to allow me in after what your father did to you. And I swear I will spend every last breath thanking you for allowing yourself to love me. Thank you so much for loving me, Linden Sky Hope. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#colleen-hoover #courage #holder #hope #hopeless

Anyway, I'm sort of glad they've got the atomic bomb invented. If there's ever another war, I'm going to sit right the hell on top of it. I'll volunteer for it, I swear to God I will. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#holden #death

When the weather's nice, my parents go out quite frequently and stick a bunch of flowers on old Allie's grave. I went with them a couple of times, but I cut it out. In the first place, I don't enjoy seeing him in that crazy cemetery. Surrounded by dead guys and tombstones and all. It wasn't too bad when the sun was out, but twice—twice—we were there when it started to rain. It was awful. It rained on his lousy tombstone, and it rained on the grass on his stomach. It rained all over the place. All the visitors that were visiting the cemetery started running like hell over to their cars. That's what nearly drove me crazy. All the visitors could get in their cars and turn on their radios and all and then go someplace nice for dinner—everybody except Allie. I couldn't stand it. I know it's only his body and all that's in the cemetery, and his soul's in Heaven and all that crap, but I couldn't stand it anyway. I just wished he wasn't there. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#holden #death

Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#death #flowers #holden-caulfield #j-d-salinger #death

She wasn’t crying at all. This was what scared him the most. Where had she locked up the things he’d seen her feeling that day when she heard? She wasn’t that big a girl to hold all of it—to hold her brother’s life and his death inside of her. To hold all his long-limbed raging tidal motion and all the loss of that. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#loss #morning #mourn #withdrawal #death

I grew up in a very literate, very independent household where people spoke their ideas and were very supportive of helping each other find their own way. ↗

— Lucinda Williams

#find #grew #helping #household #i

Do not contemplate the Essence of the UnVeiled, for the UnVeiled therein your World does not hold to polarities, nor of your conjectures; Chapter "The Unveiling ↗

— AainaA-Ridtz

#life #spirituality #thresholds #death

Follow your dreams, because your dreams won't follow you... ↗

— Amanda Holden

#dreams #follow #holden #dreams