#pi

Then she marched to the pillows and beat them mercilessly until they lay puffed out like obedient clouds. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#clouds #pillow #obedience

How simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. . . . All that is required to feel that here and now is happiness is a simple, frugal heart. ↗

— Nikos Kazantzakis

#wine

He's a pit bull," Adam said. "I know some really nice pit bulls." "He's the kind of pit that makes the evening news. Gansey's trying to restrain him." "How noble. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#blue #lol #pit-bulls #raven-boys #noble

Either the day must come when joy prevails and all the makers of misery are no longer able to infect it, or else, for ever and ever, the makers of misery can destroy in others the happiness they reject for themselves. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#divorce

Her two worlds, two lives that she tried so hard to keep separate, were crashing together. And she felt helpless to stop it. ↗

— Aprilynne Pike

#laurel #world #separation

Mockery be damned, my urine looked delicious. ↗

— Yann Martel

#life-of-pi #survival #life

I was perfectly happy in my boring life before you came along. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#love-story #life

There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing. There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city. There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. There is the silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt. There is a certain silence that can emanate from a lifeless object as from a chair lately used, or from a piano with old dust upon its keys, or from anything that has answered to the need of a man, for pleasure or for work. This kind of silence can speak. Its voice may be melancholy, but it is not always so; for the chair may have been left by a laughing child or the last notes of the piano may have been raucous and gay. Whatever the mood or the circumstance, the essence of its quality may linger in the silence that follows. It is a soundless echo. ↗

— Beryl Markham

#africa #pilot #stories #women #doubt

Where's your sense of adventure?" "Off on a beach somewhere with your sanity? ↗

— Rachel Caine

#adventure

Self pity becomes your oxygen. But you learned to breathe it without a gasp. So, nobody even notices you're hurting. ↗

— Paul Monette

#lgbt #queer #self-esteem #self-pity #gay