#margaret

I'm a commercial writer, not an author. Margaret Mitchell was an author. She wrote one book. ↗

— Mickey Spillane

#book #commercial #i #margaret #mitchell

My grandmother had a Miss Margaret's School of Dance to teach tap and ballet to kids, but I never studied it. I was raised a Mormon and they're dancing fools. It's the only vice they have - dancing. ↗

— Michelle Shocked

#dance #dancing #fools #grandmother #had

I am so beautiful, sometimes people weep when they see me. And it has nothing to do with what I look like really, it is just that I gave myself the power to say that I am beautiful, and if I could do that, maybe there is hope for them too. And the great divide between the beautiful and the ugly will cease to be. Because we are all what we choose. ↗

— Margaret Cho

#margaret-cho #self-love #beauty

You can read minds, and you didn't tell me?” Link stared at me like he just found out I was the Silver Surfer. He rubbed his head nervously. “Hey, man, all that stuff about Lena? I was yankin’ your chain.” He looked away. “Are you doin’ it now? You're doin’ it, aren't you? Dude, get out of my head.” He backed away from me and into the bookshelf. “I can't read your mind, you idiot. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#funny #humor #link #margaret-stohl #beauty

It is difficult to free fools from chains they revere. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#kami-garcia #margaret-stohl #beauty

In the dull twilight of the winter afternoon she came to the end of a long road which had begun the night Atlanta fell. She had set her feet upon that road a spoiled, selfish and untried girl, full of youth, warm of emotion, easily bewildered by life. Now, at the end of the road, there was nothing left of that girl. Hunger and hard labor, fear and constant strain, the terrors of war and the terrors of Reconstruction had taken away all warmth and youth and softness. About the core of her being, a shell of hardness had formed and, little by little, layer by layer, the shell had thickened during the endless months. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#gone-with-the-wind-quotes #margaret-mitchell #margaret-mitchell-quote #life

And like an echo, God often uses the repetitive events and themes in daily life to get my attention and draw me closer to himself." - The Sacred Echo ↗

— Margaret Feinberg

#margaret-feinberg #the-sacred-echo #life

When his eyes rested on her, he stopped. He’d been smiling before, in a friendly fashion. But what lit his face when he saw her was more than a smile, more than a grin. It was as if someone had thrown aside the curtains of a sickroom on a glorious morning, to let sunlight spill into every darkened corner. ↗

— Courtney Milan

#love

How will a person know, Selina, when the soul that has the affinity with hers is near it?" She answered, "She will know. Does she look for air, before she breathes it? This love will be guided to her; and when it comes, she will know. And she will do anything to keep that love about her, then. Because to lose it will be like a death to her. ↗

— Sarah Waters

#love #margaret #selina #death

Will you still love me when I'm a monster? ↗

— Margaret Mahy

#maddigans #maddigans-fantasia #margaret-mahy #timon #timon-and-eden