#ss

Classic' - a book which people praise and don't read. ↗

— Mark Twain

#classic #reading #people

Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great. ↗

— Mark Twain

#people

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#loneliness #loner #solitude #people

I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat. ↗

— Rebecca West

#been #call #differentiate #doormat #express

Book collecting is an obsession, an occupation, a disease, an addiction, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate. It is not a hobby. Those who do it must do it. Those who do not do it, think of it as a cousin of stamp collecting, a sister of the trophy cabinet, bastard of a sound bank account and a weak mind. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#obsession #think

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too. ↗

— Khaled Hosseini

#gullibility #honesty #think

Happy are those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true. ↗

— Leon J. Suenes

#dreams

I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#peeta #person

Have you kissed many boys before?" he asked quietly. His question brought my mind back into focus. I raised an eyebrow. "Boys? That's an assumption." Noah laughed, the sound low and husky. "Girls, then?" "No." "Not many girls? Or not many boys?" "Neither," I said. Let him make of that what he would. "How many?" "Why—" "I am taking away that word. You are no longer allowed to use it. How many?" My cheeks flushed, but my voice was steady as I answered. "One." At this, Noah leaned in impossibly closer, the slender muscles in his forearm flexing as he bent his elbow to bring himself nearer to me, almost touching. I was heady with the proximity of him and grew legitimately concerned that my heart might explode. Maybe Noah wasn't asking. Maybe I didn't mind. I closed my eyes and felt Noah's five o' clock graze my jaw, and the faintest whisper of his lips at my ear. "He was doing it wrong. ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

#kiss #mara-dyer #noah-shaw #sexy #ya

There is no point treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, 'There now, hang on, you'll get over it.' Sadness is more or less like a head cold- with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#sadness #person