#in

They luxuriated in the feeling of deep and all pervading satisfaction, a feeling of knowing absolutely that all was well with the world and them and that the world was not only their oyster it was also their linguine with clam sauce. Not only were all things possible, but all things were theirs. ↗

— Hubert Selby Jr.

#satisfaction #dreams

We are the choices we make. ↗

— Patrick Ness

#walking

Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#comfort #crying #city

Are you referring to the fact that you can't walk across a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip over? ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#walking

Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#walking

I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I want. ↗

— Sara Gruen

#obsession #want #walking

Sometimes I wish I could walk around with a HANDLE WITH CARE sign stuck to my forehead. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#walking

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. ↗

— Robert Frost

#walking

When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them. ↗

— Lemony Snicket

#crying #tears #comfort

Like a church bell, a coffin, and a vat of melted chocolate, a supply closet is rarely a comfortable place to hide. ↗

— Lemony Snicket

#comfort