#mo

Does it give you déjà voodoo how alike the houses are?" "That's déjà vu, and I hate you right now ↗

— Rachel Caine

#humour #ghost

She was almost at the top of the steps, and Shane was right behind her, when she heard Myrnin say, in a quiet voice that was like the old Myrnin, the one she actually liked, "I'm sorry, Claire. I never meant - I'm sorry. Sometimes I don't know... I don't know what I am thinking. I wish... I wish things could be like they were before. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#ghost-town #morganville-vampires #myrnin #rachel-caine #vampire

The great thing about rock-n-roll is you realize the top of the mountain is big enough for more than one band. ↗

— Paul Stanley

#band #big #big enough #enough #great

Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth. ↗

— Aberjhani

#dignity #faith #haiku #heaven #human-mortality

I’ve learned that no matter how inspired, fired up and motivated you might be, the dark clouds will always set in ↗

— Bernard Kelvin Clive

#hope #inspirational #motivational #dreams

Sure you can manage that broom, Potter?" said a cold, drawling voice. Draco Malfoy had arrived for a closer look, Crabbe and Goyle right behind him. "Yeah, reckon so," said Harry casually. "Got plenty of special features, hasn't it?" said Malfoy, eyes glittering maliciously. "Shame it doesn't come with a parachute - in case you get too near a Dementor." Crabbe and Goyle sniggered. "Pity you can't attach an extra arm to yours, Malfoy," said Harry. "Then it could catch the Snitch for you. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#harry-potter #humour #snitch #prison

One person couldn't feel all that, they'd explode!" said Ron. "Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have," said Hermione. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#hermione-granger #ron-weasley #stoic #emotion

I needed sleep. Big squishy bunches of it. Soon. ↗

— Devon Monk

#humor

The longest way must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning. ↗

— Harriet Beecher Stowe

#night #optimism #night

Outside, there was that predawn kind of clarity, where the momentum of living has not quite captured the day. The air was not filled with conversation or thought bubbles or laughter or sidelong glances. Everyone was sleeping, all of their ideas and hopes and hidden agendas entangled in the dream world, leaving this world clear and crisp and cold as a bottle of milk in the fridge. ↗

— Reif Larsen

#quiet #dreams