#k

One night I was standing on Third Avenue playing my guitar, when this big Irish policeman came strolling by, and stopped to listen to my singing and playing. When I was done, he politely handed me a ticket for disturbing the peace, while at the same time telling me how much he liked my voice. I wish I still had that ticket. ↗

— Frank Stallone

#big #came #disturbing #done #guitar

Rudeness is the weak man's imitation of strength. ↗

— Eric Hoffer

#weakness #state

I have to know" "What? What do you have to know?" "What you taste like." Another step. What happens when you know?" she rasped. "I stop wondering. Stop dreaming of you every night, thinking of you every minute of every day." Another step closer. "I think you wonder, too. I think you dream of me and wonder. You hate yourself for it. You hate me for it, but you cannot stop. ↗

— Gena Showalter

#reyes #dreams

And when I wake up it's wonderful, like I've been carried quietly onto a calm, peaceful shore, and the dream, and its meaning, has broken over me like a wave and is ebbing away now, leaving me with a single, solid certainty. I know now. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#life #revelation #waking #dreams

We are the choices we make. ↗

— Patrick Ness

#walking

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