#lip

Where in the bloody hell did that come from?" asks the other person behind the counter. Or more precisely, on top of the counter, where her ridiculously attractive, English-accented boyfriend is perched. He's the other thing I like about Anna. Wherever she goes, he follows. He nods toward the baby wipe. "What else are you carrying in your pockets? Dust rags? Furniture polish?" "Watch it," she says. "Or I'll scrub your arms, Étienne." He grins. "As long as you do it in private. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#Étienne-st-clair #english

Fall down again, Bella?' No, Emmett, I punched a werewolf in the face. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#eclipse #emmet-cullen #jacob-black #stephenie-meyer #twilight

Yes, Your Grace," I correct her. "I am My Lady, the King's Mother, now, and you shall curtsey to me, as low as to a queen of royal blood. This was my destiny: to put my son on the throne of England, and those who laughed at my visions and doubted my vocation will call me My Lady, the King's Mother, and I shall sign myself Margaret Regina: Margaret R. ↗

— Philippa Gregory

#red-queen #the-red-queen #england

A painting is more than the sum of the parts,” he would tell me, and then go on to explain how the cow itself is just a cow, and the meadow by itself is just grass and flowers, and the sun peeking through the trees is just a beam of light, but put them all together and you’ve got magic. ↗

— Wendelin Van Draanen

#painting

[P]oetry resembles metaphysics: one does not mind one's own, but one does not like anyone else's. ↗

— Samuel Butler

#poetry #solipsism #metaphysics

My mind wanders to the other side of the courtyard, where St. Clair waits with Josh in Q-through-Z. I wonder if I have any classes with him. I mean, them. Classes with them. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#anna-oliphant #stephanie-perkins #french

So Lyra and her daemon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked toward the sun, and walked into the sky. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#philip-pullman #the-golden-compass #materialism

Three stairs from the botton, he touches my face and says, 'You look like my dream come true.' ↗

— Jillian Dodd

#that-wedding #dreams

Yes, St. Claire. I like you. But I can't say it aloud, because he's my friend. And friends don't let other friends make drunken declarations and expect them to act upon them the next day ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#love #love

I’m a survivor. And like the moon, I have a feeling it would take a truly spectacular event to keep me from taking my place in the scheme of things, waxing, waning, and eclipsing notwithstanding. ↗

— Janet Rebhan

#eclipse-of-the-moon #eclipse-quote #inspirational #inspirational-attitude #inspirational-life