#no

I rewrapped the scarf around my neck, and thought about how excited Jake had been that first winter he was here. Maybe it was just as simple as this: that he'd been up here enough to know that there wasn't anything special about Willow Hill. Including me. ↗

— Claire Ray

#love

الحب بالنسبة للكثيرين أمر ثانوي من أمور الحياة ، كما الرياضة و الإجازة و العروض المسرحية. على الحب أن يكون عمليا وأن ينسجم مع الحياة التي اخترناه . فهو بالنسبة للرجل ، المهنة التي يتوقف عليها كل شيء . وبالنسبة للمرأة هو الأطفال . من منظور كهذا لايمكن للحب أن يكون إلا نزوة عابرة ، مرض يُشتهى أن يكون قصير الأجل . من أين جاء هذا السيل من المفاهيم المبتذلة للعلاج النفسي بشأن الطابع الهشّ و العابر للهوى ؟ أعتقد أننا إذا رسمنا قدرنا انطلاقًا من حبنا فسيظل هذا الأخير أبديًا ↗

— Amélie Nothomb

#man #novel #woman #love

I won’t break Cooper,” she pulled his head to hers with a hand tangled in his hair to whisper huskily in his ear; “I’ll even bend if you like. ↗

— Kelly Curry

#contemporary-romance #love #romance-novels #romances #love

The noise was like, well, it was like a thousand vampire cats clawing on Plexiglas—it made their teeth hurt. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#sound #love

I was, a near grown man, sat in his dank, dark and rickety digs, feverishly hovering about the glare of a computer screen like a disorientated moth, one searching for a flaming light of recognition from someone/anyone! ↗

— Tom Conrad

#love #madness #moths #punctuation #revenge

Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-stripped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he said, 'Don't worry, Susie; he has a nice life. He's trapped in a perfect world. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#novel #quote #the-lovely-bones #love

Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow - James Matthew Barrie ↗

— John Charles Harman

#love #mystery #romance-novels #love

While there are certainly informational spillovers as ideas move from person to person, it is hard to see why in most instances they are not priced. Although it is possible to imagine examples such as the wheelbarrow where an idea cannot be used without revealing the secret, relatively few ideas are of this type. For copyrightable creations such as books, music, plays, movies and art, unpriced spillovers obviously play little role. A book, a CD or a work of art must be purchased before it can be used, and the creator is free to make use of his creation in the privacy of his home without revealing the secret to the public at large. Similarly with movies or plays. In all cases, the creation must effectively be purchased before the “secret” is revealed. ↗

— Michele Boldrin

#art

Mientras terminaba la correa que me había ayudado a comenzar,perdida en mis meditaciones, le agradecí en silencio por el tiempo que había dedicado a hablar conmigo, más que por el arte que me había transmitido, pues descubría que lo más valioso que tienen los demás para darnos es su tiempo. El tiempo al cual la muerte le da su valor. ↗

— Ingrid Betancourt

#farc #guerrilla #ingrid-betancourt #no-hay-silencio-que-no-termine #secuestro

An adamant silence overcomes you when cross paths with the person that kisses your heart the second that you meet them. It balances on the edge of an indefinable unknown, unconsciously desired. ↗

— Carl Henegan

#heart #love #silence #unknown #love