#lovely

It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me. ↗

— Ellen Glasgow

#birthdays #find #forget #i #including

I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness. I, the unloving, say life should be lovely. I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness. ↗

— Vachel Lindsay

#am #blind #blindness #cry #i

This isn't a letter, it's a gift. ↗

— David Nicholls

#love

Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he said, "Don't worry, Susie; he has a nice life. He's trapped in a perfect world. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#life

I'm the leading scorer in the cup, and that's lovely, but don't forget this is also a great moment for the whole squad, when the two things coincide you can't ask for more. ↗

— Alessandro Del Piero

#ask #coincide #cup #forget #great

Wagner has lovely moments but awful quarters of an hour. ↗

— Gioachino Rossini

#hour #lovely #moments #quarters #wagner

There are things that can be fixed with an apology and things that can't. ↗

— Otani Lovely Complex

#complex #forgiveness #lovely #forgiveness

When a court officer suggested quarantine for Nerissa, she grabbed the man's pen and jammed it into the back of his hand, screaming that he was a Crimson Guard witch come to remove her memories and replace them with bird-song. They decided to skip quarantine after that. ↗

— Caitlin Kittredge

#lovely-way-with-words #mental-image #funny

She stepped closer to one of the statues. It looked wide-eyed, almost afraid as she reached out her hand. One of the women reached out and snatched Aislinn's still uplifted hand. "No." The women spoke all at once, not to her or to Keenan, but softly-as if to themselves-in a sibilant whisper. "He's ours. Fair exchange. Not yours to interfere. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#keenan #melissa-marr #wicked-lovely #love

She was trying to sound tough and impatient, but she knew that vulnerable desire to be wooed was still brimming in her tone. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#lovely #wooing #love