#rip

You give frequent flyer miles with that guilt trip? ↗

— Cecily White

#guilt #guilt-trip #lol #lol

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon. ↗

— Khaled Hosseini

#descriptive-writing #love-of-home #home

Remember...we don't see objects, we see light. [...] Light can do anything water can do--flow, wash, trickle. It can do anything an artist can do--paint, burnish, carve. Candlelight falls, licks a face. There is always light in a room. ↗

— Janet Fitch

#description #writing #writing-advice

There’s a writer for you,” he said. “Knows everything and at the same time he knows nothing.” [narrator]It was my first inkling that he was a writer. And while I like writers—because if you ask a writer anything you usually get an answer—still it belittled him in my eyes. Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person. It’s like actors, who try so pathetically not to look in mirrors. Who lean backward trying—only to see their faces in the reflecting chandeliers. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#descriptions #insider #people #perceptions #writers

Some other memories of the funeral have stuck in my mind. The old boy’s face, for instance, when he caught up with us for the last time, just outside the village. His eyes were streaming with tears, of exhaustion or distress, or both together. But because of the wrinkles they couldn’t flow down. They spread out, crisscrossed, and formed a smooth gloss on the old, worn face. ↗

— Albert Camus

#vivid-description #humor

all of the creatures were staring fixedly at Boots. She was standing on the back of her loyal cockroach friend, Temp, smack in the middle of the octagon, singing "The Itsy-Bisty Spider" at the top of her lungs. The green spider, to whom the song principially was directed, seemed to be cringing. Boots was somewhat off-key, but Gregor was pretty sure it was the loudness that was making the arachnid hunch down and contract. [...] "She has been going on like this for hours," whispered Nerissa. "Days more like it," said Ripred in disgust. [...] "Next I will sing one for you!" announced Boots, pointing at the bat, who actually flinched. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#humor #ripred #songs #spider #humor

Every script I've written and every series I've produced have expressed the things I most deeply believe. ↗

— Michael Landon

#deeply #every #expressed #i #most

Non sono abbastanza, per te. Ma nessuno lo è. E la maggior parte degli uomini, buoni o cattivi, hanno dei limiti a quello che farebbero, anche per la persona che amano. Io non ne ho. Non ho religione, nè morale, nè fede in nulla. A parte te. Tu sei la mia religione. Farei qualsiasi cosa mi chiedessi. Combatterei, ruberei, ucciderei per te. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#merripen #win #love

I was inspired to write Countdown 'til Daddy Comes Home when I searched for books to help my 4 year daughter cope with her father deploying to Afghanistan and found nothing that quite fit our situation. My book is not only a great story for kids it has real suggestions for parents on how to keep you family connected during deployments or frequent business travel. ↗

— Kristin Ayyar

#deployment #military-family #military-kids #miss-daddy #traveling-parent

It's bad enough I have to be trapped in a car with you children. You'll do your best not to act like children. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#morganville-vampires #oliver #rachel-caine #road-trip #traveling