#lan

Our heaven is their hell, said God. I like a balanced universe. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#god #heaven #hell #balance

He's like a drug for you, Bella." His voice was still gentle, not at all critical. "I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. but I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun." The corner of my mouth turned up in a wistful half-smile. "I used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me." He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#balance

Then, in the spirit of benevolence, "Your face is well balanced." She slapped him encouragingly on the back, "You have very long eyelashes. Like a cow. ↗

— S.U. Pacat

#fantasy #flattery #m-m-romance #balance

...the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying. ↗

— Rohinton Mistry

#balance

To the complaint, 'There are no people in these photographs,' I respond, There are always two people: the photographer and the viewer. ↗

— Ansel Adams

#landscapes #photography #photography

The incapacity to name is a good symptom of disturbance. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#literature #photography #photography

…everything has a past. Everything – a person, an object, a word, everything. If you don’t know the past, you can’t understand the present and plan properly for the future. ↗

— Chaim Potok

#davita #harp #past #planning #potok

Clary stopped dead in her tracks. "Simon?" "Oh, God," said Jace, sounding resigned. "And here I'd actually hoped I'd got hold of something interesting." -Clary and Jace pg. 114 ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #mortal-instruments #dead

I was going to watch Project Runway," said Jace. "It's on next." "No, you're not," said Magnus. He snapped his fingers and the TV went off, releasing a small puff of smoke as the picture died. "You need to deal with this." "Suddenly you're interested in solving my problems?" "I'm interested in getting my apartment back. I'm tired of you cleaning all the time. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #tv-reference #television

Rule number one of anime," Simon said. He sat propped up against a pile of pillows at the foot of his bed, a bag of potato chips in one hand and the TV remote in the other. He was wearing a black T-shirt that said I BLOGGED YOUR MOM and a pair of jeans with a hole ripped in one knee. "Never screw with a blind monk." "I know," Clary said, taking a potato chip and dunking it into the can of dip balanced on the TV tray between them. "For some reason they're always way better fighters than monks who can see." She peered at the screen. "Are those guys dancing?" "That's not dancing. They're trying to kill each other. This is the guy who's the mortal enemy of the other guy, remember? He killed his dad. Why would they be dancing? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#balance