#oar

Come thaw my frozen heart, my little arctic kitten.” Unable to resist, Aria jumped in and picked up the next line. “No chance, my yeti man, I’d rather be frostbitten.” “Let me be your snowman. Come live in my igloo.” “I’d rather freeze to death than hibernate with you. ↗

— Veronica Rossi

#roar #song #death

...and there is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become invisible in the sunny spaces. And even if he forever flies within the gorge, that gorge is in the mountains; so that even in his lowest swoop the mountain eagle is still higher than the other birds upon the plain, even though they soar. ↗

— Herman Melville

#inspirational #soaring #inspirational

You have heard the expression 'love is blind'" "I think it's bullshit. Lust dazzles, sure, at least for the short term. But love clears the vision. You see better, sharper, because you feel more that you did before ↗

— J.D. Robb

#in-death #roarke #death

We all have some screws loose, common sense and intelligence can diminish that ↗

— Doug Brown

#doug-brown #looking-glass-self #intelligence

At the end, all that's left of you are your possessions. Perhaps that's why I've never been able to throw anything away. Perhaps that's why I hoarded the world: with the hope that when I died, the sum total of my things would suggest a life larger than the one I lived. ↗

— Nicole Krauss

#life

Liv or love?" she asks. I brush her hair away from her neck and rest my hand there, feeling the beating of her pulse. "Either," I answer. "They're the same to me. ↗

— Veronica Rossi

#roar #love

I am the Wakeboard of Love, if you catch my drift.
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— Jarod Kintz

#love #wakeboard #wakeboard-of-love #love

How did you know what's been killing me? Slowly, for years, driving me to hate people when I don't want to hate... Have you felt it, too? Have you seen how your best friends love everything about you--except the things that count? And your most important is nothing to them, nothing, not even a sound they can recognize. You mean, you want to hear? You want to know what I do and why I do it, you want to know what I think? It's not boring to you? It's important? ↗

— Ayn Rand

#howard-roark #mallory #love

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music. ↗

— John Keats

#nothing #only #stable #uproar #world

Hold on a minute." She leaned out the window, shouted at the messenger who'd nearly sideswiped her vehicle with his jet-board. "Police property, asshole. If I had time I'd hunt you down and use that board to beat your balls black." "Darling Eve, you know how that kind of talk thrills and excites me. How can I keep my mind off sex now? ↗

— J.D. Robb

#eve-dallas #roarke #death