#som

Like an unfinished symphony, her story played on my mind for most of my life. It would rock to the tune of the passage of time, an adagio of high notes, low notes an illusive movements. Then when I least expected it, I happened upon the missing notes in the life of Charlotte Howe Taylor. ↗

— Sally Armstrong

#adventure-romance #adventuresome-women #canadian #historical #native-american

Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens, that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both. ↗

— Gabrielle Zevin

#sad #sadness #sink #someday #sorrow

An intellectual snob is someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture and not think of The Lone Ranger. ↗

— Dan Rather

#listen #lone #lone ranger #overture #ranger

I remember that my mother once told me that the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference. ↗

— Emily Giffin

#something-borrowed #love

Women can go mad with insomnia. The sleep-deprived roam houses that have lost their familiarity. With tea mugs in hand, we wander rooms, looking on shelves for something we will recognize: a book title, a photograph, the teak-carved bird -- a souvenir from what place? A memory almost rises when our eyes rest on a painting's grey sweep of cloud, or the curve of a wooden leg in a corner. Fingertips faintly recall the raised pattern on a chair cushion, but we wonder how these things have come to be here, in this stranger's home. Lost women drift in places where time has collapsed. We look into our thoughts and hearts for what has been forgotten, for what has gone missing. What did we once care about? Whom did we love? We are emptied. We are remote. Like night lilies, we open in the dark, breathe in the shadowy world. Our soliloquies are heard by no one. ↗

— Cathy Ostlere

#loss #night #women #love

Ella se consideraba a sí misma como un cometa navegando en el viento y, asustada de su propio motín interior, cedía a veces a la tentación de pensar en alguien que pusiera freno a sus impulsos; pero esos estados de ánimo le duraban poco. Cuando meditaba en su futuro se tornaba melancólica, por eso prefería vivir desaforada mientras le fuera posible. ↗

— Isabel Allende

#love

The best reason for committing loathsome and detestable acts--and let's face it, I am considered something of an expert in this field--is purely for their own sake. Monetary gain is all very well, but it dilutes the taste of wickedness to a lower level that is obtainable by anyone with an overdeveloped sense of avarice. True and baseless evil is as rare as the purest good--and we all know how rare that is... ↗

— Jasper Fforde

#detestable #dilutes #evil #expert #good

...childlike wonder and awe have died. The scenery and poetry and music of the majesty of God have dried up like a forgotten peach at the back of the refrigerator. ↗

— John Piper

#joy #simile #similes #worship #music

I also turn to homeopathic remedies for the treatment of indigestion, travel sickness, insomnia and hay fever just to name a few. Homeopathy offers a safe, natural alternative that causes no side effects or drug interactions. ↗

— Cindy Crawford

#homeopathy #indigestion #insomnia #travel-sickness #nature

All those night long phone calls! All those secret visits to my house! All those secret walks! And you’re fond of me! You think I’m being over dramatic! How about I break your face open for over dramatics!” ~Becca ↗

— Annabell Cadiz

#becca #lucifer-sons-of-old-trilogy #relationship-quotes #relationship