#lia

I'm fine, love. Agent Grady just needed a cuddle. And possibly a piece of my spleen. ↗

— Abigail Roux

#ty-grady #love

The study of thinking machines teaches us more about the brain than we can learn by introspective methods. Western man is externalizing himself in the form of gadgets. ↗

— William S. Burroughs

#naked-lunch #thinking #william-burroughs #introspection

Backing yourself into a corner is a terrible strategy, in that it leaves you nowhere to run. But it’s brilliant in that it brings out the fierce in you, because you are forced to fight.
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— Jarod Kintz

#fight #force #run #strategy #strategy

Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go? ↗

— John B. Tabb

#fall #foliage #leaves #snow #snowflakes

We villians are a very select group indeed. In the very desperation of our hate rests our strength. ↗

— Cyclops

#greek-anti-heros #greek-heroes #greek-mythology #monsters #mythology

You can't doubt so much, Psyche ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#mythology #psyche-in-a-dress #young-adult #mythology

Did you really believe I was Toby? Puh-lease. I would have killed myself too. I mean, honestly - ew. He totally had it coming. Karma's a bitch, and so am I - just ask Aria, Emily, Hanna, and Spencer.... ↗

— Sara Shepard

#pretty-little-liars #sara-shepard #karma

...if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches. ↗

— William Goldman

#romance #the-princess-bride #william-goldman #love

All the time I think I can never love you more than I already do. And then you do something or say something, and I love you more than ever. Like just now. Like now. How is it possible? Can you love someone more and more and at the same time, all the time, love them as much as it's possible to love someone? ↗

— Aidan Chambers

#possible #william-blacklin #love

He was the most perfectly formed man she'd ever imagined. He was movie stars, men in underwear commercials, guys at the gym, the construction worker in the red T-shirt who'd whistled at her but she'd pretended she hadn't heard; he was the men in three-piece suits whose brains were as sexy as their bodies; he was lazy, indolent seventeen-year-old boys whose muscles bulged out of their clothes, rodeo stars, and those smooth-cheeked, eyeglassed men who held their children tenderly. He was all of them. ↗

— Jude Deveraux

#romance #sweet-liar #imagination