#lily

Look," Peter said. To the north was a series of vast grassy plains, and there, just looking like specks at first, was a herd of horses, a species that in Neverland had never been tamed. They were beautiful, flashes of brown and black and tan, their coats gleaming. There was no reason for them to be running that Tiger Lily could see. It was likely that they just loved to run. "That's what I want my life to be," Peter said, staring down at the horses. Tiger Lily sank against him and watched the herd, and thought that was what she wanted too. ↗

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

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#horses #life #love #peter-pan #tiger-lily

Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one. ↗

— Edith Wharton

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#easy #had #hardening #her #instead