#on

Do you know what you’ve done?” I asked in a bland tone. Annette gave me an inquiring look. “You’ve gotten on my last nerve.” The table went crashing into her before she could blink, and then my fist found a home in her perfectly arranged hair. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#cat #foot #grave #one #cat

He gave the body a final kick and then turned to face me. “You and I need to talk, Kitten.” “Now?” I asked in disbelief, gesturing to the dead vampire near his feet. “It’s not like he’s going anywhere, so yeah. Now. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#cat #foot #grave #one #cat

Magnus's eyes went back to Alec. They were gold-green, as unreadable as the eyes of the cat he held on his lap. "Not my favorite topic, Smedley." "Simon", said Simon. "If I'm going to die for you all, the least you could do is remember my name. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #simon-lewis #the-mortal-instruments #cat

In Japan, a number of time-honored everyday activities (such as making tea, arranging flowers, and writing) have traditionally been deeply examined by their proponents. Students study how to make tea, perform martial arts, or write with a brush in the most skillful way possible to express themselves with maximum efficiency and minimum strain. Through this efficient, adroit, and creative performance, they arrive at art. But if they continue to delve even more deeply into their art, they discover principles that are truly universal, principles relating to life itself. Then, the art of brush writing becomes shodo—the “Way of the brush”—while the art of arranging flowers is elevated to the status of kado—the “Way of flowers.” Through these Ways or Do forms, the Japanese have sought to realize the Way of living itself. They have approached the universal through the particular. ↗

— H.E. Davey

#budo #do #efficiency #flowers #ikebana

They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#healing #magnus-bane #time #will-herondale #grief

It doesn't get better," I said. "The pain. The wounds scab over and you don't always feel like a knife is slashing through you. But when you least expect it, the pain flashes to remind you you'll never be the same. ↗

— Katie McGarry

#grief #pain #grief

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones. ↗

— Andrea Gibson

#bones #grief #the-madness-vase #trauma #grief

Grief is depression in proportion to circumstance; depression is grief out of proportion to circumstance. ↗

— Andrew Solomon

#depression #grief #proportion #grief

Our moral economy went bankrupt long before our financial one. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#finance #life #moral #success #experience

When in doubt chicken out. ↗