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#script

Read through the most famous quotes by topic #script




Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. ↗


— Anonymous


#scripture

We were given the Scriptures to humble us into realizing that God is right, and the rest of us are just guessing. ↗


— Rich Mullins


#god #scripture #scripture

He wasn't that good looking, he had the social skills of a wet cat and the patience of a caffeinated hummingbird ↗


— Karen Chance


#paranormal-romance #vampire #socialism

I'm not asexual. I'm arelationshipal. ↗


— John Green


#self-description #description

I write description in longhand because that's hardest for me and you're closer to the paper when you work by hand, but I use the typewriter for dialogue because people speak like a typewriter works. ↗


— Ernest Hemingway


#description

Gundar isn't so much a ship's captain as a reformed pirate and a heathen." [Evanlyn] looked apologetically at Gundar. "No offense, Gundar." The skirl shrugged cheerfully. "None taken, little lady. It's a pretty fair description. Not sure about the reformed part," he added thoughtfully. ↗


— John Flanagan


#skandians #description

Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end. ↗


— Haruki Murakami


#descriptive #flying #prose #writing #description

This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing throat; by day it stood voiceless and cast its long shadow. ↗


— Mervyn Peake


#description #gothic #owl #purple #ruin

As my friend, you should either bring me along, or keep me company." "Friend?" he asked. She blushed. "Well, 'scowling escort' is a better description. Or 'reluctant acquaintance', if you prefer. ↗


— Sarah J. Maas


#description

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. ↗


— Maud Hart Lovelace


#grass #june #roses #summer #sunshine






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