#na

I know what it's like to start something and have it suddenly grow out of control. And you want to get rid of it, because it's hurting you and everyone else around you, but every time you try to do that, it consumes you again. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#conflict

Perhaps it is music that will save the world. ↗

— Shinichi Suzuki

#music #save-the-world #education

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form. ↗

— Rumi

#consolation #grief #loss #reincarnation #loss

Nature alone can lead to the understanding of art, just as art brings us back to nature with greater awarness. It is the source of all beauty, since it is the source of all life. ↗

— Eugène Carrière

#beauty #education #inspirational #life #truth

Piper had a new entry in her top-ten list of Times Piper Felt Useless. Fighting Shrimpzilla with a dagger and a pretty voice? Not so effective. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#percy-jackson-and-the-olympians #piper-mclean #self-confidence #self-esteem #skolopendra

I've always been very confident in my immaturity. ↗

— Brandon Sanderson

#confidence

One should use common words to say uncommon things ↗

— Arthur Schopenhauer

#naivete #simplicity #writing #simplicity

Empires do not suffer emptiness of purpose at the time of their creation. It is when they have become established that aims are lost and replaced by vague ritual. ↗

— Frank Herbert

#nations #politics #creation

then things got even stranger. Mr. Brunner, who'd been out in front of the museum a minute before, wheeled his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand. "What ho, Percy!" he shouted, and tossed the pen through the air. Mrs. Dodds lunged at me. With a yelp, I dodged and felt talons slash the air next to my ear. I snatched the ballpoint pen out of the air, but when it hit my hand, it wasn't a pen anymore. It was a sword-Mr. Brunner's bronze sword, which he always used on tourement day. Mrs. Dodds spun toward me with a murderous look in her eyes. My knees were jelly. My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped the sword. She snarled, "Die, honey!" And she flew straight at me. Absolute terror ran through my body. I did the only thing that came naturally:I swung the sword. The metal blade hit her shoulder and passed through her body as if she were made made of water. Hisss! Mrs. Dodds was a sand castle in a power fan. She exploded into yellow powder, vaporized on the spot, leaving nothing but the smell of sulfur and a dying screech and a chill of evil in the air, as if those two glowing red eyes were still watching me. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#olympians #pen #percy-jackson #nature

I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn't say this, I like many of them, a great many of my friends are writers. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#poets #writers #poets