#ki

When someone dies, it feels like the hole in your gum when a tooth falls out. You can chew, you can eat, you have plenty of other teeth, but your tongue keeps going back to that empty place, where all the nerves are still a little raw. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#thought-provoking

In the land of the blind, a one eyed man is king ↗

— Michael Grant

#thought-provoking

I missed the future. ↗

— John Green

#thought-provoking

Vicki M. Taylor's "Not Without Anna," is a gripping, hard-hitting, thought-provoking look at the escalating crisis of teen alcohol and drug abuse. Charlene Austin ↗

— Vicki M. Taylor

#hard-hitting #mystery-suspense #teen-alcohol-and-drug-abuse #thought-provoking #thought-provoking

Much time is spent on meaning while precious little time wasted has none! ↗

— M.B.JONES

#thought-provoking

For desert, maybe we can split a couple of crumbs. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#humor #skinny #food

Gandalf never had this kind of problem. He had exactly this problem, actually, standing in front of the hidden Dwarf door to Moria. Remember when . . . I sighed. Sometimes my inner monologue annoys even me. “Edro, edro,” I muttered. “Open.” I rubbed at the bridge of my nose and ventured, “Mellon.” Nothing happened. The wards stayed. I guessed the Corpsetaker had never read Tolkien. Tasteless bitch. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#harry-dresden #tolkien #harry-dresden

literary comfort-food down ↗

— Stephen King

#food

With food still scarce,there was no longer a right to exist. You needed to earn your spot.  ↗

— Eric Liu

#food

I am Cinna's bird, ignited, flying frantically to escape something inescapable. The feathers of flame that grow from my body. Beating my wings only fans the blaze. I consume myself, but to no end. Finally, my wings begin to falter, I lose height, and gravity pulls me into a foamy sea the color of Finnick's eyes. I float on my back, which continues to burn beneath the water, but the agony quiets to pain. When I am adrift and unable to navigate, that's when they come. The dead. The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. I want so badly to follow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them. The ones I hated have taken to the water, horrible scaled things that tear my salty flesh with needle teeth. Biting again and again. Dragging me beneath the surface. The small white bird tinged in pink dives down, buries her claws in my chest, and tries to keep me afloat. "No, Katniss! No! You can't go!" But the ones I hated are winning, and if she clings to me, she'll be lost as well. "Prim, let go!" And finally she does. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#book #burn #dead #end #fire