#race

So," she says, "What's got you so busy?" "What?" he says, "Oh, um, I was trying to perfect my telepathy." Grace gasps and bulges her eyes out very wide. "Are…you okay?" he asks, finally, after she shows no signs of stopping. "I'm pushing a thought towards you, obviously." "Oh," Kellan says, "Well I guess I'm not a telepath after all. ↗

— seventhswan

#kellen #business

And leaving you (there aren't words to untangle it) Your life, fearful and immense and blossoming, so that, sometimes frustrated, and sometimes understanding, Your life is sometimes a stone in you, and then, a star. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#rilke #sam-roth #life

You're my change of skin/my summer-winter-fall/Ispring to follow you/this loss is beautiful... ↗

— Shiver

#beauty

Arf! Arf, arf, arf!" Oh, Jesus, the Antichrist's barking was going to split open his head. "Quiet, Tank," Grace said. "Toby, baby, grab him and put him in the laundry room, please. Anna, good, you're back. Get a phone in case we need to call nine-one-one." "Got it," Anna said, sounding so unusually shaken that Josh did open his eyes. Look at that, Antichrist number two was worried about him. Nice change. ↗

— Jill Shalvis

#grace-brooks #jill-shalvis #josh-scott #change

In the past, he had never questioned the fact that he was a prince; like the fact that he was the child of his mother and father, it seemed like something that would never change. Yet look how easily he had lost that rank and privilege! A person's fortune could turn at any time. ↗

— Nahoko Uehashi

#change #fall-from-grace #privilege #change

All I took was a freaking penny. Besides, I already gave you another one.” ... “You took a 1962 penny,” Dragos said. His teeth were gritted. “You left a 1975 penny. It’s no replacement.” She stared at him. “Oh my God, it’s scary you noticed that. ↗

— Thea Harrison

#pia #race

Your face is marked with lines of life, put there by love and laughter, suffering and tears. It's beautiful. ↗

— Lynsay Sands

#age

We preach grace, but we don’t always practice it. We talk about God’s mercy, but we don’t always want the people who need it most to know it or get in on it. We say we are in the redemption business, but the door to that redemption is often locked by us from the inside. We say, “Come in! All are welcome!” but “all” is often marked with an asterisk. How, I ask, can the world change – how can heaven come to earth – if we stingily protest against God for his grace to others, grace we have freely received ourselves? How can we pray “thy kingdom come,” and be resentful toward God and those he allows to enter the kingdom in his way and his timing? ↗

— Ronnie McBrayer

#business

All through the night, like the tumult of a river when it races between the cliffs of a canyon, in my sleep I could hear the steady roar of the passing army. ↗

— Richard Harding Davis

#between #canyon #cliffs #could #hear

Courage is grace under pressure. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#grace #pressure #under