#pa

He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world. She was the book thief without the words. Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#meaning #patience #words #trust

And I pray one prayer--I repeat it till my tongue stiffens--Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you--haunt me, then!...Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! ↗

— Emily Brontë

#love #pain #wuthering-heights #love

Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one's mistakes. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#mistakes #paradox #timidity #wisdom #wisdom

Build a house?" exclaimed John. "For the Wendy," said Curly. "For Wendy?" John said, aghast. "Why, she is only a girl!" "That," explained Curly, "is why we are her servants. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#women #women

Don't be scared...Women can handle the worst kind of pain. You'll find out one day. ↗

— Gayle Forman

#women

Curiosity is, in great and generous minds, the first passion and the last. ↗

— William Samuel Johnson

#first #generous #great #last #minds

You're crazy. You're impossible.' 'I'm crazy?' He tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. 'And I must be crazy for putting up with it. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#patch #crazy

Patch was dressed in the usual: black shirt, black jeans and a thin silver necklace that flashed against his dark complexion. His sleeves were pushed up his forearms, and I could see his muscles working as he punched buttons. He was tall and lean and hard, and I wouldn't have been surprised if under his clothes he bore several scars, souvenirs from street fights and other reckless behavior. Not that I wanted a look under his clothes. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#patch #work

We have seen the best minds of our generation destroyed by boredom at poetry readings. ↗

— Lawrence Ferlinghetti

#paraphrased #poetry #dreams

I would make Harry my personal slave and would make him drive me places. ↗

— Liam Payne

#liam-payne #style