#ten

She turned suddenly, and before I could react, framed my face with her hands and pressed her lips to mine. I froze, mostly in shock, but after a moment my body uncoiled and I closed my eyes, relaxing into her. I remembered this; the feel of her lips on mine, cool and soft, the touch of her fingers on my skin. I remembered her scent, those long nights when we would lie under the cold, frozen stars, dreaming in each other’s arms. For a second, my body reacted instinctively. I started to pull us closer, to wrap my arms around her and return the kiss with equal passion…but, then I stopped. I remembered this perfectly; every shining moment with Ariella was forever etched into my mind. What we’d had, what we’d shared, everything. I’d built a shrine to her in my memories, carefully tended with grief and anger and regret. I knew every inch of our relationship, the passion, the feeling of emptiness when we weren’t together, the longing and, yes, the love. I had been in love with Ariella. I remembered what she’d meant to me once, what I’d felt for her then… …and what I didn’t feel for her now. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#ash #forgotten-feelings #kiss #love #anger

It's perseverance that's the key. It's persevering for long enough to achieve your potential. ↗

— Lynn Davies

#enough #key #long #perseverance #persevering

It's true that it's within the realm of cultural politics that young people tend to work through political issues, which I think is good, although it's not going to solve the problems. ↗

— Angela Davis

#cultural #going #good #i #i think

My friends never talk to me about my poetry because they're embarrassed that I write it or they're embarrassed by what I write about which are not such extraordinarily terrifying things, but they are the state of human existence. ↗

— Peter Davison

#because #embarrassed #existence #extraordinarily #friends

The really frightening thing about middle age is the knowledge that you'll grow out of it. ↗

— Doris Day

#about #frightening #grow #knowledge #middle

As a writer, it's disheartening to write books that you pour your soul into and not have them distributed widely enough to find their audience. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#books #disheartening #distributed #enough #find

One truth is the swing of the sentence, the beat and poise, but down deeper it's the integrity of the writer as he matches with the language. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#deeper #down #integrity #language #matches

Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them. ↗

— Lawrence Ferlinghetti

#poetry #sexual-tension #art

I have had issues with depression all my life, and it's probably true to say there was a tendency towards it even when I was very young, during my schooldays. There was often - and this is quite common with comics - a sense of not feeling as if I belonged anywhere. ↗

— Jack Dee

#belonged #comics #common #depression #during

Afternoon experience: autographing exposed legs, outstretched in lines like matchsticks. Afternoon epiphany: Those with smooth, hairless legs would soon lose all evidence of my contact when the sweat causes the ink from the marker to run. I am ephemeral. Skepticism would be the reaction to those with thick leg hair, as their curls frazzle the lines of my name outward illegibly. Among the scaly-legged, I flaked off immediately, like I never was at all. ↗

— Benson Bruno

#epiphany #existentialism #funny-and-random #legs #experience