#ten

If no one else, the dying must notice how unreal, how full of pretense, is all that we accomplish here, where nothing is allowed to be itself. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#pretentious #accomplishments

Surely there is no more wretched sight that the human body unloved and uncared for. ↗

— Corrie Ten Boom

#corrie-ten-boom #dutch #holocaust #jesus-christ #righteous-gentile

Scars exist to show that I existed. I myself don’t have any scars, but every single one of my friends has a healed up knife wound deep in their back.
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— Jarod Kintz

#existence #scars #betrayal

No man understands a deep book until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents. ↗

— Ezra Pound

#contents #deep #least #lived #man

To be content with little is difficult; to be content with much, impossible. ↗

— Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach

#materialism #contentment

Until you make peace with who you are, you'll never be content with what you have. ↗

— Doris Mortman

#know-thyself #contentment

I was astonished to see Adrian watching me, a look of contentment on his face. His eyes seemed to study my every feature. Seeing me notice him, he immediately looked away. His usual smirky expression replaced by a dreamy one. “The mechanic will wait,” he said. “Yeah, but I’m supposed to meet Brayden soon, I’ll be-” That’s when I got a good look at Adrian. “What have you done? Look at you! You shouldn’t be out here.” “It’s not that bad.” He was lying, and we both knew it. “Come on, we have to get you out of here before you get worse. What were you thinking?” His expression was astonishingly nonchalant for someone who looked like he would pass out. “It was worth it. You looked…happy ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #the-golden-lily #contentment

But you have to learn to bend a little,” said Clary with a yawn. Despite the story’s content, the rhythm of Jace’s voice had made her sleepy. “Or you’ll break.” “Not if your strong enough,” said Jace firmly. He reached out, and she felt the back of his hand brush her cheek… ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #jace #jace-wayland #contentment

Rosethorn had gone to her room the moment Niko started to cough. Now she returned with her syrup and a firm look in her eye. "I thought you were having trouble last night. Drink this." She poured some into a cup and held it out to him. Niko looked at it as if she offered him rotten fish. "I am fine. I am per-" He couldn't even finish the sentence for coughing. "It's not bad," said Tris, crossing her fingers behind her back. "Really, tastes like-like mangoes." Niko looked at her, then took the cup and downed its contents. The four watched with interest as his cheeks turned pale, then scarlet. "That's terrible (exclamation point)" he cried, his voice a thin squeak. "Maybe I was thinking of some other syrup," Tris remarked with a straight face. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#niko #tris #contentment

Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content, The quiet mind is richer than a crown... ↗

— Robert Greene

#peace #quiet #contentment