#miles

He bit his fingernails. He bit his toenails. He pulled tiny green threads from his shirt and tried flossing his teeth. Then he tried making little green designs with tiny, tiny knots. Then he hit on the idea of weaving messages. Could he macramé "Help, I am a prisoner . . ." and plant it on the back of someone's jacket by static charge? If someone ever came back, that is? He got as far as a delicate gossamer H, E, L, caught the thread on a hangnail while rubbing his stubbled chin, and reduced his plea to an illegible green wad. He pulled another thread and started over. ↗

— Lois McMaster Bujold

#vorkosigan #design

I go to seek a Great Perhaps. ↗

— François Rabelais

#french-renaissance-writer #john-green #last-words #life #looking-for-alaska

We look forward to seeing all of your Vaseline coated smiles terribly soon. ↗

— Gitty Daneshvari

#smiles #smiling #funny

Sometimes Hen...I think I would give my life just for one of your smiles. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#dunford #julia-quinn #love #minx #regency

Twenty miles out of town. A million miles from the life you left behind. ↗

— Brigid Lowry

#life #miles #life

It's always times like these when I think of you and I wonder if you ever think of me. ↗

— Vanessa Carlton

#love #lyrics #wanting #wondering #love

Each time a girl approached the table, Mortimer would smile. Like this: And each time the girl would shriek and run away. ↗

— Kelly DiPucchio

#love #smiles #zombies #love

I am the happiest creature in the world. Perhaps other people have said so before, but not one with such justice. I am happier even than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh. ↗

— Jane Austen

#laughter #smiles #smile

There's an epigram tacked to my office bulletin board, pinched from a magazine -- "Wanting to meet an author because you like his work is like wanting to meet a duck because you like pâté. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#disappointment #epigrams #fandom #on-writing #similes

Vamps who are dying, or think they are, give a piercing, eardrum-bursting shriek, like the love child of a screech owl and a mountain lion on crystal meth, amplified like a seventies rock band. ↗

— Faith Hunter

#faith