#hors

Those horses must have been Spanish jennets, born of mares mated with a zephyr; for they went as swiftly as the wind, and the moon, which had risen at our departure to give us light, rolled through the sky like a wheel detached from its carriage... ↗

— Théophile Gautier

#moon #travel #spanish

He is my first olive: let me make a face while I swallow it. ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#pretty-metaphors #metaphor

Yet suppose further. Suppose that all worlds, all universes, met at a single nexus, a single pylon, a Tower. And within it, a stairway, perhaps rising to the Godhead itself. Would you dare climb to the top, gunslinger? Could it be that somewhere above all of endless reality, there exists a room?...' You dare not.' And in the gunslinger's mind, those words echoed: You dare not. ↗

— Stephen King

#metaphor

You saw my leg?" "How can a man help what he sees?" he said. "And, if I could add, you possess a very fine leg. ↗

— Shannon Hale

#horse #humor #isi #leg #humor

I place my fingers upon these keys typing 2,000 dreams per minute and naked of spirit dance forth my cosmic vortex upon this crucifix called language. ↗

— Aberjhani

#books #creativity #determination #dreams #endurance

The most intriguing people you will encounter in this life are the people who had insights about you that you didn't know about yourself. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#family #friendship #pastors #family

I held out my book. It was precious to me, as were all the things I'd written; even where I despised their inadequacy there was not one I would disown. Each tore its way from my entrails. Each had shortened my life, killed me with its own special little death. ↗

— Tanith Lee

#writing #death

I didn't die, and that's the point. Doesn't matter how close you come if you walk away whole. ↗

— Courtney Schafer

#horse-shoes #life-and-living #life

When male authors write love stories, the heroine tends to end up dead. ↗

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#authors #books #heroine #love #stories

Writing romantic fiction is the second chance that loved ones denied us. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#fiction #writers #writing #love