#rain

Your brain is the organ of your personality, character, and intelligence and is heavily involved in making you who you are. ↗

— Daniel G. Amen

#self-help #change

You took angel blood. You took a small dose, so the change on your body is small, but...I can see from your face that you're changing. With injections from Icoru, you'll become a monster. You'll become immortal...Even though, you'll be no longer human. Already, you're becoming a monster. How sad. You have but one life to live, and you throw it away on this. ↗

— Kaori Ozaki

#yuca #change

They didn't train me to be in the ring for five and a half hours punching air. So, it was hard, I had to get some body contact in there somewhere, it was mostly body shots and stuff. I had no clue, really. ↗

— Michelle Rodriguez

#body #clue #contact #five #get

The great trains are going out all over Europe, one by one, but still, three times a week, the Orient Express thunders superbly over the 1,400 miles of glittering steel track between Istanbul and Paris. Under the arc-lights, the long-chassied German locomotive panted quietly with the labored breath of a dragon dying of asthma. Each heavy breath seemed certain to be the last. Then came another. ↗

— Ian Fleming

#dragon #locomotive #orient-express #train #love

When the rain has no sound, she comes to me for love. ↗

— Cecil Thounaojam

#rain #sound #love

What made marriage so difficult back then was yet again that instigator of so many other sorts of heartbreak: the oversize brain. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#brains #heartbreak #marriage #marriage

This was a characteroloical prelude, but it wasn’t chemical or somatic. It was the anatomy of melancholy, not the anatomy of his brain. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#chemical #marriage-plot #melancholy #mental-health #mental-illness

Een geboorte of een huwelijk mag dan een belangrijke gebeurtenis zijn, maar het garandeert geen plaats in het geheugen.' De hersens, een zeef. 'Knoop dat in uw oren: niets is zeker. Zeker is niets. ↗

— Judith Schalansky

#birth #brains #dementia #marriage #memory

We let ourselves loose on that simple blank piece of paper, and our bodies spill. The terror, the love…embodying our stories page after page. In a sense, the pen was our tongue, it is how we delineate the world. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#jamie-weise #journaling #love #overcoming #pages

We are what we are, Nial, neither as good or as evil as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#emotions #feelings #free #irial #niall