#tale

When you have the courage to follow your talents into the dark unknown places they lead, often God will send angels to light your way. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#confidence #skills #talents #courage

Okay, so anagrams. That’s one. Got any other charming talents?” she asked, and now he felt confident. Finally, Colin turned to her, gathering in his gut the slim measure of courage available to him, and said, “Well, I’m a fair kisser. ↗

— John Green

#colin #courage #cute #katherine #kiss

Do you know which is the greatest epic till date? ↗

— K. Hari Kumar

#chennai #epic #ghittorni #hindu #india

On the top of my desk there are initials, carved into the wood, and dates...This carving, done with a pencil dug many times into the warn varnish of the desk, has the pathos of all vanished civilizations. It's like a handprint on stone. Whoever made this was once alive. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#dating

Cinderella? Snow White? What's that? An illness? ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death

I'm not a person or a selfish player, but we have to move the ball more, and we have to look further the team game, because we have enough talent to use different players. ↗

— Pau Gasol

#because #different #different players #enough #further

Once upon a time, there was a naïve and innocent girl who thought she could tame the beast and live happily ever after. But the beast did not want to be tamed, for he was a beast and beasts care not for such things, and the girl died along with her dreams. From childhood's grave sprang a young woman, jaded before her years, who knew that beasts could wear the skins of men, and that evil could exist in sunlight, as well as darkness. Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#change #dark #depression #fairy-tales #life

You may be able to write a novel, you may not. You will never know until you have worked very hard indeed and written at least part of it. You will never really know until you have written the whole of it and submitted it for publication. ↗

— Ngaio Marsh

#writing #death

I loved you, you know... It's not my fault the world is what it is. ↗

— Ed Brubaker

#fatale #love #sean-phillips #world #death

She thrust out her arms wide, in strange ritual of triumph, as Mimi Brissard had in Paris. She was a black, ominous death-cross against the starlight for a moment. Then she turned slowly, her eyes two green phosphorescent pools, toward where the helpless secret service man lay. ("I'm Dangerous Tonight") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#death