#ran

I'm going to wake Peeta," I say. "No, wait," says Finnick. "Let's do it together. Put our faces right in front of his." Well, there's so little opportunity for fun left in my life, I agree. We position ourselves on either side of Peeta, lean over until our faces are inches frim his nose, and give him a shake. "Peeta. Peeta, wake up," I say in a soft, singsong voice. His eyelids flutter open and then he jumps like we've stabbed him. "Aa!" Finnick and I fall back in the sand, laughing our heads off. Every time we try to stop, we look at Peeta's attempt to maintain a disdainful expression and it sets us off again. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#humor #prank #funny

Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were "I go to seek a Great Perhaps." That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps. ↗

— John Green

#last-words #words

Kate short-circuits my brain. In my head we always have these clear coherent exchanges, but once we meet, what comes out it is, “Kate, do what I say or I’ll kill you.” Her default reply is, “Fuck you!” and we go downhill from there. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#magic-strikes #brain

I'm secure enough in myself to wear panties with bows on them. Besides, they are comfy and soft." "I bet." He almost purred. I gulped. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#kate #security

Dream Song of Thunders: Sometimes I go about pitying Myself, While I am carried by the wind Across the sky. ↗

— Frances Densmore

#irony #old-songs #transcendence #wind #dreams

You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, it may be necessary to encounter the defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, how you can still come out of it. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#character #failure #perseverance #character

Character is like a tree and reputation its shadow. The shadow is what we think it is and the tree is the real thing. ↗

— Abraham Lincoln

#character #simile #substance #character

Up the road, in his shack, the old man was sleeping again. He was still sleeping on his face and the boy was sitting by him watching him. The old man was dreaming about the lions. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#dreams

Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think. ↗

— Thomas A. Edison

#willful-ignorance #die

It was the sort of bone deep emotion that made him want to hold her tighter with one hand, and draw a sword against the world with the other. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#romance #emotion