#rio

Truth cannot be defined or tested by agreement with 'the world'; for not only do truths differ for different worlds but the nature of agreement between a world apart from it is notoriously nebulous. ↗

— Nelson Goodman

#apart #between #cannot #defined #differ

I don’t believe it!Are you telling me that these ugly creepers have left the Land of Maradonia? And… they are now in their old world?” King Apollyon, ruler of the Underworld, stood with his two sons, Abbadon and Plouton, in the empty cave of the unicorns and anger aroused within him. Prince Abbadon shivered fearfully. His red rimmed eyes gaped wide. He looked so frightful, so pitiful and gestured wildly with both hands. Then he took a deep shuddering breath when he said: “Yes, but we know where they might be. We have information from our outposts telling us that Maya and Joey have reached their world in a region which is called Oceanside. Yes, Father, the discouraging truth is that the teenagers disappeared and it is very difficult to pinpoint them again, because they slipped into a different world. ↗

— Gloria Tesch

#seriously-i-am-not-kidding #ugly-creepers #anger

He even dressed up for you. He only has one stain on his t-shirt.- Rylie Cruz ↗

— Rose Pressey

#dating

And I'm the kind of person who does not let inconsequential things like boys and near death experiences stop her. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#divergent #tris #death

The life you have left is a gift. Cherish it. Enjoy it now, to the fullest. Do what matters, now. ↗

— Leo Babauta

#death #important #inspiration #life #priorities

I'm going to die whatever you do, but I'm not afraid. ↗

— Erin Hunter

#death #erin #fireheart #firepaw #firestar

He's waiting for yu, young queen.' Shocked, I stared at Seoras. 'Heath?' The Warrior's look was wise and understanding - his voice gentle. 'Aye, yur Heath probably does await you somewhere in the future, but it is of your Guardian I speak. ↗

— P.C. Cast

#future #guardian #heath-luck #heaven #house

Fireheart dashed to the warrior's side. Cloudtail was standing stiff-legged, every hair in his pelt on end as if he were facing an enemy. His eyes were fixed on the limp heap of tabby fur huddled at his paws. "Why, Fireheart?" Cloudtail wailed. "Why her?" Fireheart knew, but rage and grief made it hard to speak. "Because Tigerstar wants the pack to get a taste of cat blood," he rasped. The dead cat lying in front of them was Brindleface. ↗

— Erin Hunter

#death #dogs #sad #warriors #death

Fireheart tensed, waiting for whatever had hunted down these apprentices to emerge from the trees and attack, but nothing stirred. Feeling as if his legs hardly belonged to him, he sprang down and stumbled across to Swiftpaw. The apprentice lay on his side, his legs splayed out. His black-and-white fur was torn, and his body was covered with dreadful wounds, ripped by teeth far bigger than any cat's. His jaws still snarled and his eyes glared. He was dead, and Fireheart could see that he had died fighting. ↗

— Erin Hunter

#dogs #sad #swiftpaw #warriors #death

My kind of loyalty was loyalty to one's country, not to its institutions or its officeholders. The country is the real thing, the substantial thing, the eternal thing; it is the thing to watch over, and care for, and be loyal to; institutions are extraneous, they are its mere clothing, and clothing can wear out, become ragged, cease to be comfortable, cease to protect the body from winter, disease, and death. ↗

— Mark Twain

#death