#mid

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#self-responsibility #timidity #responsibility

You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write. ↗

— Saul Bellow

#change #got #middle #never #night

It occurs to me that cricket is not the true sport in London - gossip is. ↗

— Libba Bray

#london

Never argue with the surreal; there's no winning against irrationality. ↗

— Kate Griffin

#surreal

There are some men whose only mission among others is to act as intermediaries; one crosses them like bridges and keeps going. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#education

Like a stalker. An obsessed stalker. An obsessed, vampire stalker ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#edward #midnight-sun #stalker #stephenie-meyer #twilight

...when you become a parent, you may understand this. One of my hardest jobs as a father, one of my greatest duties, was to realize that my own dreams, my own goals and wishes, are secondary to my children's. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#dreams

Catherine Land liked the beginnings of things. The pure white possibility of the empty room, the first kiss, the first swipe at larceny. And endings, she liked endings, too. The drama of the smashing glass, the dead bird, the tearful goodbye, the last awful word which could never be unsaid or unremembered. It was the middles that gave her pause. This, for all its forward momentum, this was a middle. The beginnings were sweet, the endings usually bitter, but the middles were only the tightrope you walked between the one and the other. No more than that. ↗

— Robert Goolrick

#endings #middle #drama

Bears," I muttered, adding a new fear to the pile. "That would be just her luck, wouldn't it? Stray bear in town. OF course it would head straight for Bella. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#danger-magnet #midnight-sun #twilight #luck

As Lothaire lifted the lid with a sense of dread, Nïx murmured, “Hint: it’s the middle one.” Elizabeth’s fragile finger.Seeing it severed like this brought on a visceral reaction—pain shooting through his own hand, radiating throughout his regenerated heart. He closed the lid with a swallow, sentimentally pocketing the package. “You gave her your heart, and she gave you the bird.” Nïx sighed. “Songs will be written about this. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#iad #kresley-cole #lothaire #middle-finger #birds