#sophie

Oxford, the paradise of dead philosophies. ↗

— George Santayana

#oxford #paradise #philosophies

Okay. Now my skin is really prickling. I've read all the Harry Potter books, all five of them. I don't remember any half-blood prince. "What's this?" Trying to sound casual, I point at the ad, "What's Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince?" "That's the latest book," Garth the other trainee, says. "It came out ages ago." I can't help gasping. "There's a sixth Harry Potter?" "There's a seventh out soon!" Diana steps forward eagerly. "And guess what happens at the end of book six-" "Shh!" exclaims Nicole, the other nurse. "Don't tell her! ↗

— Sophie Kinsella

#sophie-kinsella #age

The more beautiful the skin is, the more deadly it is. That's what Will's like. All that pretty face and whatnot just hides how twisted up and rotten he is on the inside. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-angel #sophie #the-infernal-devices #beauty

Sophie Price, you are devastatingly beautiful. ↗

— Fisher Amelie

#sophie-price #vain #beauty

The strong survive, but the courageous triumph. ↗

— Michael Scott

#nicholas-flamel #niten #sophie #survival #triumph

The thing of it was that the girls in my class who date boys do hardly anything else. Girls who I used to think were just boring I now think stupid beyond belief. I call them A-Girls and it is not a compliment. ↗

— Garret Freymann-Weyr

#dating

Max felt his eye twitching. He knew he should be yelling, but his limbs wouldn’t move. This was what it felt like to be paralyzed with rage. Yes, he was going to do it. He was going to finally go utterly psychotic and prove the whole town right. He was going to walk over to those arrogant assholes and take the first one apart. Then he’d beat the other one to death with his dead brother’s leg. He looked to his own brother. Rye would save him from his towering rage. Rye would have calming words. Rye would talk him down. Rye’s face was red as he pointed at the young cowboys. “You, kill now, Max. ↗

— Sophie Oak

#sophie-oak #three-to-ride #death

She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious. ↗

— John Crowley

#doors #falling-asleep #sleep #sophie-dale-drinkwater #sparkling-darkness

Le spectacle est le mauvais rêve de la société moderne enchaînée, qui n'exprime finalement que son désir de dormir. Le spectacle est le gardien de ce sommeil. ↗

— Guy Debord

#philosophie #philosophy #rêve #sleep #dreams

La liberté de l'esprit est le seul bien, peut-être, qui soit plus précieux que la paix. C'est que la paix, sans elle, n'est que servitude. ↗

— André Comte-Sponville

#freedom-of-thought #liberté #liberté-de-pensée #paix #peace