#sam

Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see. ↗

— C. S. Lewis

#large #letters #miracles #same #see

Reluctantly, I pulled out my necklace and showed it to them. Samuel frowned. The little figure was stylized; I suppose he couldn't tell what it was at first. A dog?" asked Zee, staring at my necklace. A lamb," I said defensively, tucking it safely back under my shirt. "Because one of Christ's names is "The Lamb of God."" Samuel's shoulders shook slightly. "I can see it now, Mercy holding a roomful of vampire at bay with her glowing sheep." I gave his shoulder a hard push, aware of the heat climbing to my cheeks, but it didn't help. He sang in a soft taunting voice, "Mercy had a little lamb... ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#nursery-rhyme #samuel #vampires #zee #christ

Grace,” I said, very softly. “Say something.” Sam,” she said, and I crushed her to me. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#sam-roth #grace

Sam: “You—you greatly overestimate my self-control.” Grace: “I’m not looking for self-control. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#grace-brisbane #sam-roth #seduction #self-control #grace

I won't let this be my good-bye. I've folded one thousand paper crane memories of me and Grace, and I've made my wish. I will find a cure. And then I will find Grace. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#linger #sam-roth #grace

One night I was standing on Third Avenue playing my guitar, when this big Irish policeman came strolling by, and stopped to listen to my singing and playing. When I was done, he politely handed me a ticket for disturbing the peace, while at the same time telling me how much he liked my voice. I wish I still had that ticket. ↗

— Frank Stallone

#big #came #disturbing #done #guitar

I think he’s delirious,” Cas said. “Don’t die on me,” I ordered. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said right before he passed out. ↗

— Jennifer Rush

#cas #sam #dreams

And Jessamine-Jessamine was gazing at her in abject horror, like someone who has seen a vision of their own ghost. For a moment Tessa felt a stab of guilt. It lasted only a moment, though. Slowly Jessamine lowered her hand from her mouth, her face still very pale. "Goodness, my nose is enormous," she exclaimed. "Why didn't anyone tell me? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-angel #jessamine #vision

The earth makes a sound as of sighs and the last drops fall from the emptied cloudless sky. A small boy, stretching out his hands and looking up at the blue sky, asked his mother how such a thing was possible. Fuck off, she said. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#fuck #irish #off #samuel #writer

You could write a book about things that you can't find on-line. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#internet #irony #sam-roth #internet