#pre

I will only add, God bless you. ↗

— Jane Austen

#blessings #darcy #jane-austen #mr-darcy #prejudice

Discussion is impossible with someone who claims not to seek the truth, but already to possess it. ↗

— Romain Rolland

#discussion #prejudice #truth #prejudice

How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! ↗

— Jane Austen

#prejudice

If New Orleans is not fully in the mainstream of culture, neither is it fully in the mainstream of time. Lacking a well-defined present, it lives somewhere between its past and its future, as if uncertain whether to advance or to retreat. Perhaps it is its perpetual ambivalence that is its secret charm. Somewhere between Preservation Hall and the Superdome, between voodoo and cybernetics, New Orleans listens eagerly to the seductive promises of the future but keeps at least one foot firmly planted in its history, and in the end, conforms, like an artist, not to the world but to its own inner being--ever mindful of its personal style. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#conformity #future #history #mainstream #new-orleans

Gundar isn't so much a ship's captain as a reformed pirate and a heathen." [Evanlyn] looked apologetically at Gundar. "No offense, Gundar." The skirl shrugged cheerfully. "None taken, little lady. It's a pretty fair description. Not sure about the reformed part," he added thoughtfully. ↗

— John Flanagan

#skandians #description

Almost everyone is overconfident--except the people who are depressed, and they tend to be realists. ↗

— Joseph T. Hallinan

#depression #psychology #realists #psychology

It is love’s nature to be expressed. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#love #nature #experience

There was a time when we expected nothing of our children but obedience, as opposed to the present, when we expect everything of them but obedience. ↗

— Anatole Broyard

#everything #expect #expected #nothing #obedience

It wasn't you're fault," I whisper. And then out of self-protection more than anything else, I bring the glory. I don't warn him or anything. I don't damp it down. I bring it. The room fills with light. "This is what I am," I say, my hair ablaze around my head. He squints at me. his jaw juts out a little in pure stubbornness. He stands his ground "I know," he says. I take a step towards him, close the space between us, put my glowing hand against his cheek. He starts to tremble. "This is what I am," I say again and my wings are out now. His knees wobble, but he fights it. He puts his hand at my waist, turns me, pulls me closer, which surprises me. "I can accept that," he whispers, and holds his breath, and leans in to kiss me His lips brush mine for an instant, and an emotion like victory tears through him, but he pulls away and glances at the front door. Groans. Christian is standing in the doorway. "Wow," Tucker says, trying to grin. "You really know how to cramp a guy's style." His legs give out. He falls to his knees. My light blinks off. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#clara-gardner #tucker-avery #victory

I winked and locked my arm in Carter's, and we stood there, watching Dean stroll away. "You know the guy's never gonna give up," Carter nudged me, letting out a sigh. "We'd have really pretty babies, huh?" "Yup. They'd be rad little Brangelinas, running around tearing the place up." "Yeah, you're right. My rejection is such a disservice to the world... ↗

— Rachael Wade

#contemporary-romance #drama #kate #preservation #rachael-wade