#ria

What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or in the holy name of liberty or democracy? ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#fascism #liberty #loss #politics #society

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. ↗

— Albert Camus

#strength #trial #triumph #strength

The real heroes are the librarians and teachers who at no small risk to themselves refuse to lie down and play dead for censors. ↗

— Bruce Coville

#heroes #librarians #teachers #teacher

I need you,ʺ said Lissa. ʺI hear that from women a lot,ʺ said Adrian. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#last-sacrifice #lissa-dragomir #women

You can judge a man's true character by the way he treats his fellow animals. ↗

— Paul McCartney

#beatles #character #man #vegetarianism #true

If a mother is mourning not for what she has lost but for what her dead child has lost, it is a comfort to believe that the child has not lost the end for which it was created. And it is a comfort to believe that she herself, in losing her chief or only natural happiness, has not lost a greater thing, that she may still hope to "glorify God and enjoy Him forever." A comfort to the God-aimed, eternal spirit within her. But not to her motherhood. The specifically maternal happiness must be written off. Never, in any place or time, will she have her son on her knees, or bathe him, or tell him a story, or plan for his future, or see her grandchild. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#death #grief #grieving #loss #miscarriage

It's late, I'm tired, and your cigarettes are giving me a headache," I growled. "I suppose that's fair." He drew in on the cigarette and let out the smoke. "Some women think they make me look sexy." "I think you smoke them so you have something to do while thinking up your next witty line." He choked on the smoke, caught between inhaling and laughing. "Rose Hathaway, I can't wait to see you again. If you're this charming while tired and annoyed and this gorgeous while bruised and in ski clothes, you must be devastating at your peak. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sexy

Тhere isnʹt much I wouldnʹt do for you. Тhe stupider, the better. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#adrian #hathaway #last #rose #sacrifice

But each time you use spirit, you’re more likely to go crazy.” “Already crazy about you, Sage. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#feelings #sydney-sage #crazy

Sage?" Adrian lightly touched my arm, and I jumped at the feel of his fingertips against my skin. "You okay?" "I don't know," I said softly. "I just thought of something crazy." "Welcome to my world. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #crazy