#in

Mothers are all slightly insane. ↗

— J. D. Salinger

#mothers #slightly

The secret is to know how to lie" he used to say, " and to know when someone's lying to you". His father, Steve eventually decided, must have known how to lie. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#father

the friend neither sang of grief, nor open his heart to me he muttled in his inquisition and wasted his life and his dreams ↗

— William Graham

#dreams

The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody'd move. You could go there a hundred thousand times, and that Eskimo would still be just finished catching those two fish, the birds would still be on their way south, the deers would still be drinking out of that water hole, with their pretty antlers and they're pretty, skinny legs, and that squaw with the naked bosom would still be weaving that same blanket. Nobody's be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you'd be so much older or anything. It wouldn't be that, exactly. You'd just be different, that's all. You'd have an overcoat this time. Or the kid that was your partner in line the last time had got scarlet fever and you'd have a new partner. Or you'd have a substitute taking the class, instead of Miss Aigletinger. Or you'd heard your mother and father having a terrific fight in the bathroom. Or you'd just passed by one of those puddles in the street with gasoline rainbows in them. I mean you'd be different in some way—I can't explain what I mean. And even if I could, I'm not sure I'd feel like it. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#interesting #life #life

Never worry about numbers. Help one person at a time and always start with the person nearest you. ↗

— Mother Teresa

#help

But mothers lie. It's in the job description. ↗

— John Green

#mothers #mother

Tu inspiraste Rowling, e foi nas terras de Morpheus que se moldou Hogwarts. Tu inspiraste Tolkien, e foi nas terras de Phantasos que se anexaram as extensões de Terra-Média. Tu inspiraste Lovecraft e em minhas terras se fixou Miskatonic. Então eu te pergunto com sinceridade, anjo: até onde vai tua vontade de ser coadjuvante em um mundo de formas e pensamentos? ↗

— Raphael Draccon

#inspirational #dreams

Life is a dream from which we all must wake before we can dream again. ↗

— Robert Jordan

#life #death

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#summer #winter #childhood

Isabelle waved a hand. "No need to worry, big brother. Nothing happened. Of course," she added as Alex'a shoulders relaxed, "I was totally passed-out drunk, so he could really have done whatever he wanted and I wouldn't have woken up." "Oh, please," said Simon. "All I did was tell you the entire plot of Star Wars." "I don't think I remember that," said Isabelle, taking a cookie from the plate on the table. "Oh, yeah? Who was Luke Skywalker's best childhood friend?" "Biggs Darklighter," Isabelle said immediately, and then hit the table with the flat of her hand."That is so cheating! ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-lost-souls #isabelle-lightwood #mortal-instruments #shadowhunters #simon-lewis