#on

Every day I ran to that book like it was a bottle of whiskey and crawled inside because it was a world that I had at least some control over, and slowly, in time, it began to take shape. ↗

— Craig Ferguson

#control #writing #addiction

What I really want to tell him is to pick up that baby of his and hold her tight, to set the moon on the edge of her crib and to hang her name up in the stars. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#fathers #moon #stars #sisters

It's a girl," Jace said, recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-bones #clary-fray #isabelle-lightwood #jace #mortal-instruments

I am fond of reminding my yoga students of the saying “It takes one to know one” when they become lost I condemnation and judgment of others. The world that we perceive is a reflection of our own states of mind and reveals our own level of consciousness. The world is little more than a Rorschach blot in which we see our own desire systems projected. We see what we want to see. (116) ↗

— Prem Prakash

#consciousness #judgment #perception #self #world

Girl scouts didn't teach me what to do with emotionally unstable drunk boys. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#teaching

It's easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school. ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#awkwardness #emotion #school #emotion

The answer is good things only happen to you if you're good. Good? Honest is more what I mean... Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. ↗

— Truman Capote

#emotion

She can't help it,' he said. 'She's got the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog. ↗

— Stephen King

#soul #stubborn #women #emotion

If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be. ↗

— Thomas Jefferson

#expects #free #ignorant #nation #never

I walked in without knocking. The screen door banged to a close behind me announcing my presence. I followed my nose to the kitchen and found Kaleb standing by the stove. He stirred something that smelled absolutely delicious a wooden spoon in one hand and a huge chef’s knife in the other. “Are you sober ” I asked from the doorway. He turned and leveled a smile at me that made me a little wobbly. “I am." “Good. Because if not I was going to take the deadly kitchen utensil away from you.” I crossed the room and pulled myself up to sit on the counter beside the stove. A cutting board full of green peppers and two uncut stalks of celery waited for attention from the knife. Melted butter and diced onions bubbled in a sauté pan on the stove. “You cook" Kaleb was so pretty I was jealous. Pretty with ripped muscles and a tattoo of a red dragon covering most of his upper body. “Yes ” he said. “I cook.” “Do you usually wear a wife beater and ” I pushed him back a little by his shoulder “an apron that says ‘Kiss the Cook’ while you’re doing it ” He leaned so close to me my heart skipped a couple of beats. “I’ll wear it all the time if you’ll consider it. ↗

— Myra McEntire

#humor #kaleb-ballard #humor