#lor

Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33) ↗

— Tim Willocks

#apple #asymmetry #atlantic #autumn #blind-man

Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death ↗

— Melissa de la Cruz

#symbolism #death

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple... ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#art #autumn #color #fall #art

All those adorable towheaded kids in the promotional film are going to turn thirteen. Once a family member hits puberty, odds are that everybody is not going to have the same ideals. Unless everybody gets together and agrees that the new ideals involve turning the front yard into a skate ramp and officially changing Dad's name to Fuckhead. ↗

— Sarah Vowell

#florida #humor #parenting #change

Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#death-penalty #gandalf #j-r-r-tolkien #lord-of-the-rings #death

But I am the real Strider, fortunately. I am Aragorn son of Arathorn; and if by life or death I can save you, I will. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#gallantry #heroes #lord-of-the-rings #oath #death

For a moment, Strider almost forgot how pissed he was with Amun and Haidee as he savored the fact that he'd just cock-blocked the keeper of Death. Almost. ↗

— Gena Showalter

#lords-of-the-underworld #strider #death

What man or woman of common sense now doubts the intellectual capacity of colored people? Who does not know, that with all our efforts as a nation to crush and annihilate the mind of this portion of our race, we have never yet been able to do it. ↗

— Angelina Grimke

#annihilate #been #capacity #colored #common

Lord help my poor soul. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#forgiveness #lord #mercy #soul #death

It is life that hurts you not death. ↗

— Martine Leavitt

#keturah-and-lord-death #martine-leavitt #death