#la

Religion and nationalism? I defecate on the altar of religious conviction, and wipe my arse on the flag of national pride. ↗

— Ian Martin

#fiction #social-satire #south-africa #religion

Still I pictured having you for fifty, sixty more years. I thought I might be ready then to let you go. But it's you, and I realize now that I won't be anymore ready to lose you then than I am right now. Which is not at all. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cassandra-clare #city-of-fallen-angels #magnus-bane #mortal-instruments #angels

... one flaw throws the loveliness of [everything else] into focus. I remember reading that Shakers deliberately introduced a mistake into the things they made, to show that man shouldn't aspire to the perfection of God. Flawed can be more perfect than perfection. ↗

— Gretchen Rubin

#focus #god #humanity #mistakes #perfection

On ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#french

Language is the source of misunderstandings. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#language #writer #french

He glances down and notices that I'm still wearing a certain blue something, and, this time, it's HIS index finger that wraps underneath MY rubber band. I shiver wonderfully. "I'm never taking it off." Cricket brushes the delicate skin of my wrist. "It'll fall off." "I'll ask you for another one." "I'll give you another one." He smiles and touches his nose to mine. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#lola #rubber-bands #french

Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do something. Make your own victories. Make your own mistakes. ↗

— Joan Jett

#joan-jett-and-the-blackhearts #the-runaways #victory

The end of a relationship is not always a failure. Sometimes all the love in the world is not enough to save something. In these cases, it is not a matter of fault from either person. Some things cannot be, it's as simple as that. ↗

— Ashly Lorenzana

#fault #goodbyes #love #relationships #love

Heart-stopping envy is the sincerest form of flattery. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#flattery #envy

It wasn't you're fault," I whisper. And then out of self-protection more than anything else, I bring the glory. I don't warn him or anything. I don't damp it down. I bring it. The room fills with light. "This is what I am," I say, my hair ablaze around my head. He squints at me. his jaw juts out a little in pure stubbornness. He stands his ground "I know," he says. I take a step towards him, close the space between us, put my glowing hand against his cheek. He starts to tremble. "This is what I am," I say again and my wings are out now. His knees wobble, but he fights it. He puts his hand at my waist, turns me, pulls me closer, which surprises me. "I can accept that," he whispers, and holds his breath, and leans in to kiss me His lips brush mine for an instant, and an emotion like victory tears through him, but he pulls away and glances at the front door. Groans. Christian is standing in the doorway. "Wow," Tucker says, trying to grin. "You really know how to cramp a guy's style." His legs give out. He falls to his knees. My light blinks off. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#clara-gardner #tucker-avery #victory