#rum

Rumors run wild when one sacrifices for self and temporarily forsakes those who assume entitlement to one's persona. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#forsake #person #persona #rumors #sacrifice

As long as I can still dream, I will dream of you. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #letter #love #the-mortal-instruments #dreams

It doesn`t hurt to get more education. ↗

— Donald Trump

#learning #trump #education

Let us liberate ourselves from any form of control. Let us focus at the inner drum, where the rhythm aligns with that of our heart. The measure of responsibility, equals to the need for evolution. Just listen, the inner child, let it whisper in your ear. ↗

— Grigoris Deoudis

#drum #evolution #heart #inner #inner-child

You try to be faithful And sometimes you're cruel. You are mine. Then, you leave. Without you, I can't cope. And when you take the lead, I become your footstep. Your absence leaves a void. Without you, I can't cope. You have disturbed my sleep, You have wrecked my image. You have set me apart. Without you, I can't cope. ↗

— Rumi

#faith

Yet simple souls, their faith it knows no stint: Things least to be believed are most preferred. All counterfeits, as from truth's sacred mint, Are readily believed if once put down in print ↗

— John Clare

#liars #lies #rumors #rumours #truth

[God] is a kind of perpetual critique of instrumental reason. ↗

— Terry Eagleton

#instrumentalism #faith

You're my sister," he said finally. "My sister, my blood, my family. I should want to protect you"- he laughed soundlessly and without any humor- "to protect you from the sort of boys who want to do with you exactly what I want to do. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#mortal-instruments #family

...; Clary saw the group of lycanthropes look up, alert as a group of hunting dogs senting game. She turned- And saw Luke, tired and bloodstained, coming through the double doors of the Hall. She ran toward him. Forgetting how upset she'd been when he'd left, and forgetting how angry he'd been with her for bringing them here, forgetting everything but how glad she was to see him. He looked surprised for a moment as she barreled toward him- then he smiled, and put his arms out, and picked her up as he hugged her, the way he'd done when she'd been very small. He smelled like blood and flannel and smoke, and for a moment she closed her eyes, thinking of the way Alec had grabbed onto Jace the moment he'd seen him in the Hall, because that was what you did with family when you'd been worried about them, you grabbed them and held on to them and told them how much they'd pissed you off, and it was okay, becaused no matter how angry you got, they still belonged to you. And what she had said to Valentine was true. Luke was her family. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#family #mortal-instruments #valentine #family

it ain't as hard as picking cotton ↗

— Wynton Marsalis

#american #bebop #family #jazz #life