#lia

Words are not the only way we communicate, you and I. They never were. ↗

— Meredith Duran

#julian #meredith-duran #communication

As our larynxes descended, we were able to make sounds with our mouths in new and far more expressive ways. Verbal language soon overtook physical gesturing as the primary means of communication for all human beings except Italians. (Earth (The Book), p. 36) ↗

— Jon Stewart

#humor #italian #jon-stewart #language #communication

The liar was the hottest to defend his veracity, the coward his courage, the ill-bred his gentlemanliness, and the cad his honor ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#honor #liar #courage

Sometimes the hardest thing any of us can hope for is finding the courage to be honest with ourselves. ↗

— Kira Saito

#bound #courage

Be a craftsman in speech that thou mayest be strong, for the strength of one is the tongue, and speech is mightier than all fighting. ↗

— Ptahhotep

#courageous #crafty #diplomacy #fighthing #heroic

I won’t snatch, harm, or scare to death people with you or use checking up on you as an excuse to cause trouble. You’re worse than my mother, Rachel.” “Mine, too,” Jenks muttered. ↗

— Kim Harrison

#demon-dealing #humor #rachel #death

when I become death. Death is the seed from which I grow. ↗

— William S. Burroughs

#city #dead #death #radio #william

I thought you needed me," Jem said. "There is a wall you have built about yourself, Will, and I have never asked you why. But no one should shoulder every burden alone. I thought you would let me inside if I became your parabatai, and then you would have at least someone to lean upon. I did wonder what my death would mean for you. I used to fear it, for your sake. I feared you would be left alone inside that wall. But now ... something has changed. I do not know why. But I know that it is true." "That what is true?" Will's fingers were still digging into Jem's wrist. "That the wall is coming down. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#parabatai #william-herondale #change

God, there must be a meaning. Fiercely he was certain that there must be a meaning. Surely, while we live we are not lost. Oh Janos, Janos my brother! Surely we are not lost--while we live. ↗

— John Hepworth

#death #fiction #hope #last-lines #the-long-green-shore

If Death is your father, you don't ever have to worry about what part of his body the disease will strike next. If Death is your lover, you don't have to be afraid that he will ever leave you. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#death