#nin

Despite the heat in her face, it felt as if cold needles of ice were running up and down her veins. "What are you doing here?" He drew back slightly, looking disappointed. "That isn't really an answer to my question, you know. I was expecting more of a "Hallelujah Chorus.' I mean, it's not every day your boyfriend comes back from the dead." "I already knew you weren't dead." She spoke through numb lips. "I saw you in the library. With--" "Colonel Mustard?" "Sebastian. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #jace #sebastian #running

Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#silence #sisters

grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us the mirrors how to reflect us the walls how to contain us grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping grief is a house where no on can protect you where the younger sister will grow older than the older one where the doors no longer let you in or out ↗

— Jandy Nelson

#grief #mourning #poetry #sorrow #sisters

You are a monster.” Kanin’s deep voice droned in my head again, as I forced myself to move, to walk away. “You will always be a monster, there is no turning back from it. But what type of monster you become is entirely up to you. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#immortality

Q: So, why do you write these strong female characters? Whedon: Because you’re still asking me that question. ↗

— Joss Whedon

#progress #understanding #character

What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it. ↗

— Charles Dudley Warner

#back #hinge #man #man needs #needs

Vowels were something else. He didn't like them, and they didn't like him. There were only five of them, but they seemed to be everywhere. Why, you could go through twenty words without bumping into some of the shyer consonants, but it seemed as if you couldn't tiptoe past a syllable without waking up a vowel. Consonants, you knew pretty much where they stood, but you could never trust a vowel. To the old pitcher, they were like his own best knuckle ball come back to haunt him. In, out, up, down - not even the pitcher, much much less the batter, knew which way it would break. He kept swinging and missing. ↗

— Jerry Spinelli

#learning-to-read #vowels #baseball

The truth is at the beginning of anything and its end are alike touching. ↗

— Kenko Yoshida

#anything #beginning #end #touching #truth

Those who labor in the earth are the chosen people of God. ↗

— Thomas Jefferson

#presidents #science #spring #science

اعتبر كافة المواقف التي تحدث أمامك السلبية منها و الإيجابية بمثابة فرص تعلمك أفضل الطرق للتعامل مع ما يضايقنا ↗

— Lee Raffel

#life-lessons #positive #life