#par

No man understands a deep book until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents. ↗

— Ezra Pound

#contents #deep #least #lived #man

Memories consume Like opening the wound I'm picking me apart again You all assume I'm safe here in my room Unless I try to start again. ↗

— Linkin Park

#linkin-park #song-lyrics #addiction

It was her last breakfast with Bapi, her last morning in Greece. In her frenetic bliss that kept her up till dawn, she’d scripted a whole conversation in Greek for her and Bapi to have as their grand finale of the summer. Now she looked at him contentedly munching on his Rice Krispies, waiting for the right juncture for launchtime. He looked up at her briefly and smiled, and she realized something important. This was how they both liked it. Though most people felt bonded by conversation, Lena and Bapi were two of a kind who didn’t. They bonded by the routine of just eating cereal together. She promptly forgot her script and went back to her cereal. At one point, when she was down to just milk, Bapi reached over and put his hand on hers. ‘You’re my girl,’ he said. And Lena knew she was. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#greece #language #contentment

Healing wasn’t always the best thing. Sometimes a hole was better left open. Sometimes it healed too thick and too well and left separate pieces fused and incompetent. And it was harder to reopen after that. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#separation

Why don't I just give you a pair of my panties to hang around your neck? Then whenever you feel jealous, you can wave them at whoever's pissing you off. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#romance

For one who reads, there is no limit to the number of lives that may be lived, for fiction, biography, and history offer an inexhaustible number of lives in many parts of the world, in all periods of time. ↗

— Louis L'Amour

#fiction #history #inexhaustible #limit #lived

Her purse was a weight, ballast; it tethered her to the earth as her mind floated away. ↗

— Anne Lamott

#insanity #parents #tragedy #faith

I have to go to her, Lucan. For my own sanity, if nothing else. If I stay here, I'm not sure what good I'd be, to tell you the truth. She's the only thing that's held me together in a very long time. I'm a wreck for this woman, my friend. She owns me now." - Rio ↗

— Lara Adrian

#paranormal-romance #sanity

Tell you what, you let me go, and I’ll ask you plenty of questions about your race. Until then, I’m slightly distracted with how this little vacation on the good ship Holy Sh*t is going to pan out for me. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#humor #jane #paranormal #romance #vampire

If you were Catholic, you'd singe the ears of the priest you confessed to. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#paranormal