#rook

For a close, remember this, that your life is short, your duties many, your assistance great, and your reward sure; therefore faint not, hold on and hold up, in ways of well-doing, and heaven shall make amends for all. ↗

— Thomas Brooks

#puritan #life

His arms wrapped around my waist from behind and he kissed my neck again, closer to the wound this time. My pulse accelerated. I wanted him to bite me; I wanted to be his. ↗

— Joann I. Martin Sowles

#laney #love #relationships #vampire #love

Fallon smiled. 'We said we are going to try. You are declaring love and saying I'm not going anywhere.' Lucas shrugged his shoulders. 'I'm a confident, cocky kinda guy, I know what I want and I will succeed. ↗

— Toni Aleo

#lucas-brooks #love

In the Presence of Love...there are Miracles...Live Love, Give Love and Miracle will follow Miracle and wonders will never cease. ↗

— Deborah Brooks

#an-invitation-to-love #author #daddy #deborah-brooks #deborahbrooks-com

Her gaze follows my every move. I think she can feel something is weird but hasn’t put her finger on it yet. Maybe she’s seen my fangs and written them off as gimmick. I fucking love gimmicks. They’re so convenient to hide behind. ↗

— Carrie Clevenger

#xan-marcelles #love

You’re a dead man,” Kyle said. “Warren doesn’t take kindly to people who hurt me. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#humor #kyle-brooks #love #mercy-thompson #patricia-briggs

Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm’d The noontide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds, And ‘twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove’s stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck’d up The pine and cedar: graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let ‘em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I’ll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I’ll drown my book. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#ebbing-neptune #elves #hills #magic #prospero

The Word of God I think of as a straight edge, which shows up our own crookedness. We can't really tell how crooked our thinking is until we line it up with the straight edge of Scripture. ↗

— Elisabeth Elliot

#edge #god #line #ruler #scripture

I hate Brooklyn ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#hate #jace-wayland #mortal-instruments #new-york-city #bones

It is clear I was never the Pretty Girl. I had my two front teeth knocked out when I was 10 and didn't fix them until I was 19. I have a crooked smile and a nose that looks like it's been broken 12 times but never has been. My nose was always red, so people called me Rudolph. My whole face is off-center. ↗

— Ellen Barkin

#been #broken #called #clear #crooked