#some

It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane. ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#go #insane #reality #response #sometimes

Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening. ↗

— Coco Chanel

#exists #fashion #happening #ideas #live

When life gives you someone very special, you don’t have to dream anymore ↗

— M.F. Moonzajer

#someone-special #dreams

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#lives #most #opinions #other #passions

Never pray for justice, because you might get some. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#get #justice #might #never #pray

There are some days when I think I'm going to die from an overdose of satisfaction. ↗

— Salvador Dali

#die #going #i #i think #satisfaction

Everybody knows if you are too careful you are so occupied in being careful that you are sure to stumble over something. ↗

— Gertrude Stein

#careful #everybody #knows #occupied #over

I can't take not knowing what the next day will bring- the uncertainty is sawing me in two. The room is dark. A flickering candle burns on the window ledge a few feet away. I take a deep breath, which is to say, as deep a breath as I can take. "Are you okay?" Sarah asks. I wrap my arms around her. "I miss you," I say. "You miss me? But I'm right here." "That's the worst way to miss somebody. When they' re right beside you and you miss them anyway. ↗

— Pittacus Lore

#uncertainty

Kaladin screamed, reaching the end of the bridge. Finding a tiny surge of strength somewhere, he raised his spear and threw himself off the end of the wooden platform, launching into the air above the cavernous void. Bridgemen cried out in dismay. Syl zipped about him with worry. Parshendi looked up with amazement as a lone bridgeman sailed through the air toward them. His drained, worn-out body barely had any strength left. In that moment of crystallized time, he looked down on his enemies. Parshendi with their marbled red and black skin. Soldiers raising finely crafted weapons, as if to cut him from the sky. Strangers, oddities in carapace breastplates and skullcaps. Many of them wearing beards. Beards woven with glowing gemstones. Kaladin breathed in. Like the power of salvation itself—like rays of sunlight from the eyes of the Almighty—Stormlight exploded from those gemstones. It streamed through the air, pulled in visible streams, like glowing columns of luminescent smoke. Twisting and turning and spiraling like tiny funnel clouds until they slammed into him. And the storm came to life again. ↗

— Brandon Sanderson

#climax #epiphany #inspirational #inspirational

People of the same trade seldom meet together, even for merriment and diversion, but the conversation ends in a conspiracy against the public, or in some contrivance to raise prices. ↗

— George Adam Smith

#conspiracy #contrivance #conversation #diversion #ends