#rave

You can handle just about anything that comes at you out on the road with a believable grin, common sense and whiskey. ↗

— Bill Murray

#international-travel #travel #world-travel #common-sense

Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. "Be brave," she said. "It's not a duck, is it? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#bravery #clockwork-princess #ducks #tessa-gray #william-herondale

But I don't understand God. I don't understand how he could see the way people treat one another, and not chalk up the whole human race as a bad idea. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#grave-peril #harry-dresden #human-race #harry-dresden

We believe in bravery. We believe in taking action. We believe in freedom from fear and in acquiring the skills to force the bad out of our world so that the good can prosper and thrive. If you also believe in those things, we welcome you. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#bravery #freedom

I want my life to be the greatest story. My very existence will be the greatest poem. Watch me burn. Love always, Charlotte ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#dreams #existence #goals #growing-up #inspiration

Fear cuts deeper than swords. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#fear #fear

She was brave from excess of grief ↗

— Edith Hamilton Mythology

#bravery #courage #grief #loss #niobe

One egg, one embryo, one adult - normality. But a bokanovskified egg will bud, will proliferate, will divide. From eight to ninety-six buds, and every bud will grow into a perfectly formed embryo, and every embryo into a full-sized adult. Making ninety-six human beings grow where one grew before. Progress. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#brave-new-world #new-adult

The chasm reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and idiocy. A daredevil jump off this ledge will end your life. It has happened before and it will happen again. You’ve been warned. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#bravery #chasm #death #fall #fine-line

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed at home and thought of here? Where should we be today? Is it right to be watching strangers in a play in this strangest of theatres? What childishness is it that while there's a breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around? The tiniest green hummingbird in the world? To stare at some inexplicable old stonework, inexplicable and impenetrable, at any view, instantly seen and always, always delightful? Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too? And have we room for one more folded sunset, still quite warm? ↗

— Elizabeth Bishop

#dreams