#om

My parents say you’re no good, Elijah.” I exhaled and killed the cigarette in the grass. Laughing, Eli’s eyes went to my lips and his hands touched my bare midriff. “Really? And what do you say?” He had brought his lips so close to mine that it became hard to think about my next words when all I wanted to do was crush my mouth to his. I wanted him to completely consume me. “I think you’re broken,” I finally got out, and Eli arched a brow. “But I think I’m broken too. I just don’t know it yet. ↗

— Nadège Richards

#death #discovery #falling-in-love #finding-yourself #growing-up

Anda, niña- le dijo temblando de rabia-: dinos quién fue. Ella se demoró apenas el tiempo necesario para decir el nombre. Lo buscó en las tinieblas, lo encontró a primera vista entre los tantos y tantos nombres confundibles de este mundo y del otro, y lo dejó clavado en la pared con su dardo certero, como a una mariposa sin albedrío cuya sentencia estaba escrita para siempre. -Santiago Nasar- le dijo. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#crónica-de-una-muerte-anunciada #gabriel-garcía-márquez #muerte #nombre #santiago-nasar

She's home. That's all. That's true love, I can't explain it any better than that. ↗

— Jenny Colgan

#home

The journey is about coming home....There is always the return. And the wound will take you there. It is a blood-trail." (p. 220,222) ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#home

One day Mrs. Goodkind said, 'Pickles, you are not a bad cat. You are not a good cat. You are good and bad. And bad and good. You are a mixed-up cat. What you need is a good home. Then you will be good.' ↗

— Esther Averill

#good #love #patience #home

My heart cracked. Daemon never begged. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#romantic #tragic #romantic

All losers are romantics. It's what keeps us from blowing our brains out. ↗

— Richard Kadrey

#losers #richard-kadrey #romantics #spyder-lee #romantic

You could hold me and I could hold you. And it would be so peaceful. Completely peaceful. Like the feeling of sleep, but awake in it together. ↗

— John Green

#isaac #romantic #togetherness #will-grayson #romantic

Another case for the dumbness of reading, however, is that books do not contain answers, but rather pose more questions. And asking questions makes you look dumber, not smarter. I thought Alice's Adventures in Wonderland would be a delightful romp through a child's subconscious, but while reading it I started to ask questions like "How do you really speak to other humans when our language often means the opposite of what is intended?" and "How do I really know anyone?" And so on, until I was asking the question "Why even exist at all?" That didn't make me smarter! That made me wish for death, and being dead looks way dumber than being alive. ↗

— Dan Wilbur

#death

I think you’re my hero,' she said. Only half-kidding. He stared at her, the picture of incredulity. 'Most people,' he said, 'think I am a very bad man.' She studied his eyes to try to find out if that bothered him. He didn’t seem bothered by them. He seemed discomfited by her. 'Well,' she said at last, 'maybe you’re a very good dragon. ↗

— Thea Harrison

#sweet #romantic