#la

That's most interesting. But I was no more a mind-reader then than today. I was weeping for an altogether different reason. When I watched you dancing that day, I saw something else. I saw a new world coming rapidly. More scientific, efficient, yes. More cures for the old sicknesses. Very good. But a harsh, cruel world. And I saw a little girl, her eyes tightly closed, holding to her breast the old kind world, one that she knew in her heart could not remain, and she was holding it and pleading, never to let her go. That is what I saw. It wasn't really you, what you were doing, I know that. But I saw you and it broke my heart. And I've never forgotten. ↗

— Kazuo Ishiguro

#coldness #cruelty #dancing #future #heartbreak

Gratitude for the seemingly insignificant—a seed—this plants the giant miracle. ↗

— Ann Voskamp

#gratitude #insignificant #miracle #plant #seed

Braccas meas vescimini!" I wasn't sure where the Latin came from. I think it meant 'Eat my pants! ↗

— Rick Riordan

#latin #percy-jackson #eating

Our object must be to bring our territory into harmony with the numbers of our population. ↗

— Adolf Hitler

#overpopulation #population #harmony

You're not going," he said as soon as she'd finished. "If I have to tie you up and sit on you until this insane whim of yours passes, you are not going to Idris." - Jace ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace #city

Sometimes the facts in my head get bored and decide to take a walk in my mouth. Frequently this is a bad thing. ↗

— Scott Westerfeld

#scott-westerfeld #so-yesterday #bad

If you knew how to cook, maybe I would eat," Jace muttered. Isabelle froze, her spoon poised dangerously. "What did you say?" Jace edged toward the fridge. "I said I'm going to look for a snack to eat." That's what I thought you said." Isabelle turned her attention to the soup. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #jace-wayland #mortal-instruments #city

Catching sight of himself in the long mirrors that ran along the walls, he stiffened in shock...His eyes were surrounded by black shadows, his shirt smeared with dried blood and filthy mud... "Admiring yourself?" The Inquisitor's voice cut through his reverie. "You won't look so pretty when the Clave gets through with you." "You do seem obsessed with my look...Could it be that you're attracted to me?" "Don't be revolting...You could be my son. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city

Why is it that the right people never wind up together? Why are people so afraid to leave a relationship, even if they know it's a bad one? ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#relationships

Armageddon was yesterday, today we have a serious problem. ↗

— Stieg Larsson

#larsson #lisabeth #millenium #problems