#in

You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you’ll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no . . . anything. There’s no chance at all of recovery. You’ll just — exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever . . . lost. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#dementors-kiss #empty #existence #remus-lupin #soul

Say the word. Say the word and I won't go. Say the word, Qhuinn. Do it and I'll spend the night with you. Better yet, why don't you just kiss me- ↗

— J.R. Ward

#qhuinn #illness

Out of all the things I have lost, I miss my mind the most. ↗

— Mark Twain

#lost

No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness. ↗

— Aristotle

#genius #great-minds #madness #mind

Lord Raoul asked me to tell you that if you get yourself killed, he will never speak to you again. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#kel #kill

You came so that you could learn about your dreams," said the old woman. "And dreams are the language of God. When he speaks in our language, I can interpret what he has said. But if he speaks in the language of the soul, it is only you who can understand. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#inspirational #the-alchemist #dreams

That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I'm free to act as desperately as I wish. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#acting

The boldness of his mind was sheathed in a scabbard of politeness. ↗

— Dumas Malone

#boldness #courtesy #mind #politeness #scabbard

Hans then asked him about painting from nature; Jackson...bluntly offered a phrase that entered Village lore, “I am nature. ↗

— Ross Wetzsteon

#painting #dreams

Will’s voice dropped. “Everyone makes mistakes, Jem.” “Yes,” said Jem. “You just make more of them than most people.” “I —” “You hurt everyone,” said Jem. “Everyone whose life you touch.” “Not you,” Will whispered. “I hurt everyone but you. I never meant to hurt you.” Jem put his hands up, pressing his palms against his eyes. “Will —” “You can’t never forgive me,” Will said in disbelief, hearing the panic tinging his own voice. “I’d be —” “Alone?” Jem lowered his hand, but he was smiling now, crookedly. “And whose fault is that? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #loneliness #mistakes #will-herondale #forgiveness