#story

It isn’t about being at the same school or the same town or even the same room. It’s about being together. Love is a choice you make. ↗

— Kristin Hannah

#love-story #lovers #love

Love means never having to say your are sorry ↗

— Eric Segal

#love

...Aku ingin kau tahu, diam-diam, aku selalu menitipkan harapan yang sama ke dalam beribu-ribu rintik hujan: aku ingin hari depanku selalu bersamamu... ↗

— Yoana Dianika

#hujan #love-story #romantic #love

In the beginning we start with roses. The king’s flower right? Only they wilt in less than a day, especially when exposed to the elements. But Carnations? Oh, what a beautiful flower. They come in every color. True, some are painted, but that doesn’t mean they are less beautiful, and they never wilt. ↗

— Ruth McLeod-Kearns

#cemetery #death #drama #family #fiction

When a man learns to love, he must bear the risk of hatred. ↗

— Masashi Kishimoto

#best-naruto-qoute #best-qoute #childeren #history #humor

Start here & go until you die, he said. What's so complicated about that? ↗

— Brian Andreas

#life #story-people #humor

"The wanderer in Manhattan must go forth with a certain innocence, because New York is best seen with innocent eyes. It doesn't matter if you are younger or old. Reading our rich history makes the experience more layered, but it is not a substitute for walking the streets themselves. For old-timer or newcomer, it is essential to absorb the city as it is now in order to shape your own nostalgias. That's why I always urge the newcomer to surrender to the city's magic. Forget the irritations and the occasional rudeness; they bother New Yorkers too. Instead, go down to the North River and the benches that run along the west side of Battery Park City. Watch the tides or the blocks of ice in winter; they have existed since the time when the island was empty of man. Gaze at the boats. Look across the water at the Statue of Liberty or Ellis Island, the place to which so many of the New York tribe came in order to truly live. Learn the tale of our tribe, because it's your tribe too, no matter where you were born. Listen to its music and its legends. Gaze at its ruins and monuments. Walk its sidewalks and run fingers upon the stone and bricks and steel of our right-angled streets. Breathe the air of the river breeze." ↗

— Pete Hamill

#new-york #new-york-city #experience

You could grow up in the city where history was made and still miss it all. ↗

— Jonathan Lethem

#missing-out #new-york-city #witnessing-history #new-york-city

Mostly though, they waited. For the mail. For the news. For the bells. For breakfast and lunch and dinner. For one day to be over and the next day to begin. ↗

— Julie Otsuka

#thought-provoking #thought-provoking

Whatever story you're telling, it will be more interesting if, at the end you add, "and then everything burst into flames. ↗

— Brian P. Cleary

#observational-comedy #observations #storytelling #humor