#john

No non-poetic account of reality can be complete. ↗

— John Myhill

#god-s-whisper-creation-s-thunder #john-d-barrow #john-myhill #metaphysics #mysticism

No, you've got it all wrong, John." Reading his emotions, she shook her head. "You're not half the male you could be because of what was done to you. You're twice what anyone else is because you survived. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#jr-ward #lover-mine #xhex #wrong

My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. They’re made of me as surely as my brain and my heart are made of me. It is a civil war with a predetermined winner ↗

— John Green

#john-green #the-fault-in-our-stars #cancer

They key of persistence opens all door closed by resistence ↗

— John Di Lemme

#key #persistence #power #struggle #persistence

Te pasas toda la vida atorado en el laberinto, pensando en cómo vas a escapar de ahí un día y que fabuloso será; imaginar ese futuro te mantiene con vida, pero nunca te escapas. Sólo utilizas el futuro para escapar del presente. ↗

— John Green

#frases #john-green #vida

I would hold you up. I will ever hold you up and hold you dear, lover mine. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#xhex #lovers

I have always held, too, that pistol practice should be distinctly an open-air pastime; and when Homes, in one of his queer humours, would sit in an armchair with his hair-trigger and a hundred Boxer cartridges and proceed to adorn the opposite wall with a patriotic V.R. done in bullet pocks, I felt strongly that neither the atmosphere nor the appearance of our room was improved by it. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#john-watson #pistol-practice #sherlock-holmes #sherlock-holmes

They say that genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains," he remarked with a smile. "It's a very bad definition, but it does apply to detective work. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#sherlock-holmes #sherlock-holmes

I am lost without my Boswell. [Sherlock Holmes on Dr. Watson.] ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#boswell #chronicler #john-watson #sherlock-holmes #sidekicks

Haymitch isn't thinking of arenas, but something else. "Johanna's back in the hospital." I assumed Johanna was fine, had passed her exam, but simply wasn't assigned to a sharp shooters' unit. She's wicked with a throwing axe but about average with a gun. "Is she hurt? What happened?" "It was while she was on the Block. They try to ferret out a soldier's potential weakness. So they flooded the street, " says Haymitch. This doesn't help. Johanna can swim. At least, I seem to remember her swimming around some in the Quarter Quell. Not like Finnick, of course, but none of us are like Finnick. "So?" "That's how they tortured her in the Capitol. Soaked her then used electric shocks," says Haymitch. "In the Block, she had some kind of flashback. Panicked, didn't know where she was. She's back under sedation." Finnick and I just stand there as if we've lost the ability to respond. I think of the way Johanna never showers. How she forced herself into the rain like it was acid that day. I had attributed her misery to morphling withdrawal. "You two should go see her. You're as close to friends as she's got," says Haymitch. That makes the whole thing worse. I don't really know what's between Johanna and Finnick, but I hardly know her. No family. No friends.Not so much as a token from District 7 to set beside her regulation clothes in her anonymous drawer. Nothing. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#fear-of-water #haymitch #isolation #johnaa #loss