#pa

...we lay there in the dark for a split second before the beast galumphed toward us. Meabh, always quick with a sword, sprang to her feet and charged the dragon head-on while I mostly just wondered who or what I'd offended in a past life that this one was peopled by dragons. Except I didn't have any past lives, so apparently I'd offended somebody in this life and was facing instant karma. That didn't really improve anything, in my ever so humble opinion. ↗

— C.E. Murphy

#karma #past-lives #life

Hélène slowly surveyed the room. In this respectable society, amongst these apparently decent middle-class people, were there none but faithless wives? With her strict provincial morality, she was amazed at the licensed promiscuity of Parisian life. ↗

— Émile Zola

#morality #paris #life

You know,” he said, “this is why I love you so much.” Her tone was heartbreakingly warm. “What do you mean?” You don’t ask me to go inside because it’s cold. You just want to make it easier for me to be where I want to stand. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#fiction #paranormal #romance #vampire #wrath

In the end, though, maybe we must all give up trying to pay back the people in this world who sustain our lives. In the end, maybe it's wiser to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you, forever and sincerely, for as long as we have voices. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#compassion #generosity #gratitude #service #love

But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#fallen-angels #hush-hush #love #nora-grey #patch-cipriano

Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel I remember wondering to be always together yet forever apart? ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#separation #sunset #love

We the mortals touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing they will go on, inert or burning, and I was discovering, naming all the these things: it was my destiny to love and say goodbye. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#poetry #love

While we do our good works let us not forget that the real solution lies in a world in which charity will have become unnecessary. ↗

— Chinua Achebe

#brotherly-love #charity #compassion #love

It’s the same with people who say, ‘Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.’ Even people who say this must realize that the exact opposite is true. What doesn’t kill you maims you, cripples you, leaves you weak, makes you whiny and full of yourself at the same time. The more pain, the more pompous you get. Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you incredibly annoying. ↗

— Rob Sheffield

#love #pain #love

Patch's eyes were slate black, darker than a million secrets stacked on top of each other. He dropped his gaze to the ring in his hand, turning it over slowly. "Swear you'll never stop loving me," I whispered. Ever so slightly, he nodded. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#patch-cipriano #love