#inn

I just wish I’d asked you sooner. We could’ve had ages . . . months . . . years maybe. . . . ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#ginny-weasley #regret #age

She asked if I loved another woman, so I answered honestly and said, “Dinner was great, but I could go for dessert.”
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— Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#food #funny #honesty #humor #love

Trust is to human relationships what faith is to gospel living. It is the beginning place, the foundation upon which more can be built. Where trust is, love can flourish. ↗

— Barbara Smith

#beginning #built #faith #flourish #foundation

The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future. ↗

— Edith Wharton

#the-age-of-innocence #age

He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to the door, found his coat and hat under the faint gas-light of the hall, and plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate. ↗

— Edith Wharton

#age

Evil always wins through the strength of its splendid dupes; and there has in all ages been a disastrous alliance between abnormal innocence and abnormal sin. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#innocence #useful-idiots #age

He may be old now, but he is still a hero in their eyes ↗

— Loretta Livingstone

#hero #old #winner #worth-it #age

Bond was how Fleming saw himself; the sardonic, cruel mouth, the hard, tight skinned face. ↗

— Terence Young

#cruel #face #fleming #hard #himself

You was the onlyest person that looked past my skin and past my meanness and saw that there was somebody on the inside worth savin...We all has more in common than we think. You stood up with courage and faced me when I was dangerous, and it changed my life. You loved me for who I was on the inside, the person God meant for me to be, the one that had just gotten lost for a while on some ugly roads in life. ↗

— Ron Hall

#change

He had her in his arms, her face like a wet flower at his lips, and all their vain terrors shriveling up like ghosts at sunrise. ↗

— Edith Wharton

#in-his-arms #the-age-of-innocence #age