#kindle

A good short definition of grace is “one-way love. ↗

— Lindsey A. Holcomb

#love

We kissed all the way through the fireworks display. We didn’t even notice that there was a fireworks display… …I guess because we’d been making fireworks of our own. ↗

— Meg Cabot

#teen

I wasn’t sure anymore what made a good marriage. There had to be love, of course, but there were so many different kinds of love. And clearly, some love was more enduring than others. ↗

— Janet Evanovich

#love

Grace is love that seeks you out even if you have nothing to give in return. Grace is being loved when you are or feel unlovable. Grace has the power to turn despair into hope. Grace listens, lifts up, cures, transforms, and heals. ↗

— Lindsey A. Holcomb

#love

Teach me how to fly, my beautiful butterfly. ↗

— Jay Bell

#beauty

I review my three boyfriends, the three men I slept with in my twenties, searching for a common thread. Nothing. No consistent features, coloring, stature, personality. But one theme does emerge: they all picked me. And then dumped me. I played the passive role. Waiting for Hunter and then settling for Joey. Waiting to feel more for Nate. Then waiting to feel less. Waiting for Alec to go away and leave me in peace. And now Dex. My number four. And I am still waiting. For all of this to blow over. For his September wedding. For someone who gives me that tingly feeling as I watch him sleeping in... ↗

— Emily Giffin

#men

If you wish information and improvement from the knowledge of others, and yet at the same time express yourself as firmly fix'd in your present opinions, modest, sensible men, who do not love disputation, will probably leave you undisturbed in the possession of your error. ↗

— Benjamin Franklin

#love

It was the laughter of birthdays, of money found in an old pocket. ↗

— Ian Rankin

#money

Kids: they dance before they learn “there is anything that isn’t music. ” —William Stafford ↗

— Steven Curtis Chapman

#music

Payne sought clarification. “Vertical or horizontal?” “Horizontal, of course.” “Sorry but I can’t help you.” “Will you pipe down for a minute? Naturally she was dead since I work at a cemetery. Her face struck a chord though. So, I rummaged around in the old Rory memory bank, and Emily is what rings a bell. Didn’t we go to school with an Emily? Tenth or eleventh grade, if I recall it correctly. ↗

— Ed Lynskey

#crime-fiction #mystery #romance #suspense #thriller