#plague

I am always plagued with 'I'm not skinny enough, I'm not in shape.' I am not naturally this super-svelte kind of girl. I'm okay with that in my personal life. But it is kind of hard at times. I feel inadequate, I suppose? ↗

— Olivia Thirlby

#am #enough #feel #girl #hard

The old problems - love, money, security, status, health, etc. - are still here to plague us or please us. ↗

— Shelley Berman

#health #here #love #money #old

It is in fact agreed that I am the plague, the cholera of the benevolent and generous men who are interested in art and that, when I show myself with my plasters, even the Emperor of the Sahara would flee. ↗

— Camille Claudel

#am #art #benevolent #cholera #emperor

Like millions of others, I have been plagued by the devastating effects of cancer hitting not one, but multiple members of my family. ↗

— Tom DeLonge

#cancer #devastating #effects #family #hitting

At that moment he knew what his mother was thinking, and that she loved him. But he knew, too, that to love someone means relatively little; or, rather, that love is never strong enough to find the words befitting it. Thus he and his mother would always love each other silently. ↗

— Albert Camus

#the-plague #love

No," Lana said, "I'm not going to heal your scratch." "Good," Sanjit said. "Good? Why good?" "Because when you hold my hand, I don't want it to be work for you. ↗

— Michael Grant

#gone #hand-holding #lana #love #michael-grant

So asking you to take a moonlit walk with me, that would totally not work?" "What?" Again that glare. "Go away. Stop being an idiot. I don't even know you." "You're healing my little brother Bowie." "Yeah, that doesn't make us friends, kid." "So no moonlight." "Are you retarded?" "Sunrise? I could get up early." "Go away." "Sunset tomorrow?" -Sanjit & Lana ↗

— Michael Grant

#humour #lana #love #michael-grant #plague

I've seen of enough of people who die for an idea. I don't believe in heroism; I know it's easy and I've learned it can be murderous. What interests me is living and dying for what one loves. ↗

— Albert Camus

#love #the-plague #love

He didn't mind if she hated him. They were never going to be a cute romantic couple like Sam and Astrid. Clean-cut, righteous, all that. The perfect couple. He and Diana were the imperfect couple. ↗

— Michael Grant

#couple #diana #gone #imperfect #love

Caine met Diana's disbelieving gaze and laughed aloud. "Why so gloomy? Doesn't every little girl want to grow up to be a queen?" "Princess," Diana said. "So, you got a promotion," Caine said. ↗

— Michael Grant

#diana #gone #humor #michael-grant #plague