#ties

I throw the best parties. ↗

— Scott Patterson

#i #parties #throw

It is in the so called common place that the extraordinary is found; it is when we choose to see things differently that magic reveals itself ↗

— Brett Swabey

#imagination #inspirational #possibilities #truth #imagination

Don't be afraid to be confused. Try to remain permanently confused. Anything is possible. Stay open, forever, so open it hurts, and then open up some more, until the day you die, world without end, amen. ↗

— George Saunders

#life #open #possibilities #life

Even as a child, she had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the yard after sunset, under the star-speckled sky listening to frogs and crickets. Darkness soothed. It softened the sharp edges of the world, toned down the too-harsh colors. With the coming of twilight, the sky seemed to recede; the universe expanded. The night was bigger than the day, and in its realm, life seemed to have more possibilities. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#koontz #midnight #possibilities #stars #life

I'm not so stupid as to believe that you've completely forgotten about your former boyfriend. I know you think there are others here more suited for me and this life, and I wouldn't want you to rush into trying to be happy with any of this. I just...I just want to know if it's possible... ↗

— Kiera Cass

#love #possibilities #life

The will of God is not something you add to your life. It’s a course you choose. You either line yourself up with the Son of God…or you capitulate to the principle which governs the rest of the world. ↗

— Elisabeth Elliot

#life #priorities #life

Life is bristling with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to cultivate one's garden. ↗

— Voltaire

#difficulties #life #life

Yet once you've come to be part of this particular patch, you'll never love another. Like loving a woman with a broken nose, you may well find lovelier lovelies. But never a lovely so real. ↗

— Nelson Algren

#cities #love #lovely #love

You can't love a city if you have no memories burried there. ↗

— Marina Tavares Dias

#love #memories #places #love

Traffic's not too bad on Sheridan, and I'm cornering the car like it's the Indy 500, and we're listening to my favorite NMH song, "Holland, 1945," and then onto Lake Shore Drive, the waves of Lake Michigan crashing against the boulders by the Drive, the windows cracked to get the car to defrost, the dirty, bracing, cold air rushing in, and I love the way Chicago smells—Chicago is brackish lake water and soot and sweat and grease and I love it, and I love this song, and Tiny's saying I love this song, and he's got the visor down so he can muss up his hair a little more expertly. ↗

— John Green

#love