#if

SPOILERS I move closer to the glass, as close as I can get to it, begging her, begging Lily, begging Grace, begging all of them to tell me what's left, to just tell me, while the girl pushes against the window, turns her tiny hands into tiny fists, begging me for a taste of - life. My life. Lily disappears. Grace. They all leave, they're gone, they will never be here again. But the weight of what they've shown me is settling into my bones. I don't know if I will keep it, but just in this moment, however brief, I feel closer to it than I ever have before. . . The dead girl presses her face against the glass. She waits for me to tell her what's next. ↗

— Courtney Summers

#life #zombies #death

It’s hard to be different,” Scarborough said. “And perhaps the best answer is not to tolerate differences, not even to accept them. But to celebrate them. Maybe then those who are different would feel more loved, and less, well, tolerated. ↗

— Bill Konigsberg

#inspirational-attitude #attitude

Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up. ↗

— Hans Christian Andersen

#lyrics #melody #music #beauty

Work as if there's no one to help you, and learn as if everybody is with you. ↗

— saransh garg

#creativity #hard-work #leadership #motivational-inspirational #oppurtunity

Happily Single is holding out for the best and letting go of the rest. It’s saying “I will and I can” to YOURSELF before you say “I do” to someone else. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#finding-yourself #happily-single #happiness #happy #holding-out-for-the-best

Kissing - and I mean like, yummy, smacking kissing - is the most delicious, most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do, bar none. Better than sex, hands down. ↗

— Drew Barrymore

#beautiful #better #delicious #down #hands

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe. ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#couples #kiss #love #metaphor #need

You were given life; it is your duty (and also your entitlement as a human being) to find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#enjoy-life #life #beauty

My God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?" That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again. "What about them?" "The color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing... like molten gold. I could paint those..." He reached toward me but then pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#beautiful #eyes #paint #sunlight #sydney-sage

Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss...." He turned to me. "But every once in a while, you find someone who's iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare. ↗

— Wendelin Van Draanen

#ebullience #enthusiasm #individuality #life #people