#tin

Do you know what pain is, Cammie? It’s the body’s physical response to imminent harm. It is the mind’s way of telling us to move our hand off the stove or let go of the broken glass. ↗

— Ally Carter

#pain #physics

All the worlds a Stage, and the men and women mearly players! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#drama #insparation #men

A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love. ↗

— Honoré de Balzac

#love #romance #writing #faith

I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority. ↗

— E. B. White

#about #bright #bright future #feel #future

Whats the difference between a king and his horse?I dont mean some kiddy shit like one has 4 legs and the other has 2, or ones a person and ones an animal. If their form, ability, and power is exactly the same, then why is it one becomes the king and controls the battle and the other one becomes the horse and carries the king? There's only one answer...INSTINCT!!! ↗

— Tite Kubo

#answer #battle #bleach #control #horse

Kim olursak olalım, dünyanın hangi yerinde yaşarsak yaşayalım, ta derinlerde bir yerde hepimiz bir eksiklik duygusu taşımaktayız. Sanki temel bir şeyimizi kaybetmişiz de geri alamamaktan korkuyoruz. Neyin eksik olduğunu bilenimizde hakikaten çok az. ↗

— Elif Shafak

#imagination #life #philosophy #truth #writing

The writer is either a practicing recluse or a delinquent, guilt-ridden one--or both. Usually both. ↗

— Susan Sontag

#guilt

Well, if you weren't flirting with him"-his voice had now grown a little plaintive-"who was he, and what did you want with him anyway?" "If you are so determined to bore me, I may just have to go home." Astrid sighed carelessly, "What a shame, when I am wearing such a pretty dress. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#boredom #flirting #boredom

Appearance blinds, whereas words reveal. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#honesty #oscar-wilde #words #writing #honesty

Look at this one.” I picked up a small painting of a man with dark hair and a short, dark beard. He wore a loose shirt, cobalt blue, unbuttoned at the top, showing a prominent, knobby collarbone. He looked…complicated and hungry. She’d captured him focused intensely on a book, his face pressed against a wall like he was resting. Or waiting. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#artist #breakups #college #creativity #dating