#this

avoid letting the leaves stew. ↗

— Republic of Tea

#art

My god, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them? When you stand in the light. They're amazing... like molten gold. I could paint those... They're beautiful. You're beautiful. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#cuteness #holy-crap #oh-my-god #sydney-sage #this-is-amazing

I have been bent and broken, but—I hope—into a better shape. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#i-like-this #quote #beauty

Do you still look at each other like you once did, back at the beginning of the story when everything was a question you were too afraid to find the answer to? ↗

— Alethea Kontis

#enchanted #love #marriage #sunday-woodcutter #love

You should do that more often,” he said. “Laugh, I mean.” “I know.” But that sounded sad, and she didn’t want to be sad, so she added, “I don’t often get to torture grown men, though.” “Really?” he murmured. “I would think you do it all the time.” She looked at him. “When you walk into a room,” he said softly, “the air changes. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#julia-quinn #love-story #romance #change

Relly fired off the opening riff. Butt laid down the beat, old doom and new joy mixed together. "I wait till I, like fire, shall rise," Jerod sang. And then again, louder, wailing sure and true. I was the last one to join in. I had a bass line all wroked out, of course. I'd been waiting weeks for this momment. My fingers colosed on the strings, pressed them hard to the frets. Butt and Relly were locked in, repeating the four-bar intro. Louder and louder, fierce as a war cry. "Ok," I whispered into the pounding noise. I joined in, doubling Relly at first, then splitting off to coil our riffs together. It was great, it was huge, it was endless. The song rose, churning and sucking everything in like a cyclone. "The will my voice in great goodbyes," Jerod screamed from the speakers. "Join to the chorus of the skies." Silence was inside me, riding the Ghost Metal tornado. Right at the center, at the heart of the song. I didn't need a voice. I had a bass. I didn't need to hear myself talk or sing. Jerod could make the words for me. Or maybe it was Silence herself, pouring out through the PA system. Either way, any way, They were my words. And all the world would hear them. ↗

— Leander Watts

#beauty

I--" She swallowed, perhaps summoning her courage, then continued, "I would not lie to you and say that I did not want this." "Me," he cut in peevishly. "You wanted me." She closed her eyes. “Yes,” she finally said, “I wanted you.” Part of him wanted to interrupt again, to remind her that she still wanted him, that it wasn’t and would never be in the past. “But I can’t have you,” she said quietly, “and because of that, you can’t have me.” And then, to his complete astonishment, he asked, “What if I married you? ↗

— Julia Quinn

#anne-wynter #daniel-smythe-smith #julia-quinn #smyth-smith-quartet #courage

I look around the room at some of the familiar faces and some of those who are still strangers to me. Somewhere deep within, I find the strength. The strength I was born from, that I never knew I possessed. ~Willow Mosby (Exposing ELE ↗

— Courtney Nuckels

#courage #exposing-ele #friends #inner-strength #strength

Lady Jane Gray, who tho' inferior to her lovely Cousin the Queen of Scots, was yet an amiable young woman & famous for reading Greek while other people were hunting....Whether she really understood that language or whether such a study proceeded only from an excess of vanity for which I beleive she was always rather remarkable, is uncertain. ↗

— Jane Austen

#very-few-dates-in-this-history #dating

You can dance in the storm. Don't wait for the rain to be over before because it might take too long. You can can do it now. Wherever you are, right now, you can start, right now; this very moment. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#action #dance #dare #do-it #do-it-now