#tru

Anything approaching the change that came over his features I have never seen before, and hope never to see again. Oh, I wasn't touched. I was fascinated. It was as though a veil had been rent. I saw on that ivory face the expression of sombre pride, of ruthless power, of craven terror--of an intense and hopeless despair. Did he live his life again in every detail of desire, temptation, and surrender during that supreme moment of complete knowledge? He cried in a whisper at some image, at some vision--he cried out twice, a cry that was no more than a breath: The horror! The horror! ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#morality #struggle #the-horror #change

As I climbed up into the high old bed, the large fly in my personal ointment did the same. Had I actually told him he could get in bed with me? Well, I decided, as I wriggled down under the soft old sheets and the blanket and the comforter, if Eric had designs on me, I was just too tired to care. "Woman?" "Hmmm?" "What's your name?" "Sookie. Sookie Stackhouse." "Thank you, Sookie." "Welcome, Eric. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#funny #sookie-stackhouse #true-blood #design

Friends is like once in a life time, it's rare. ↗

— Casperfriend

#friendships #true-friends #friendship

Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-climbing powers; we get Aquatruck. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#funny #team #truck #funny

Will not the Senorita trust me?" Ramona smiled faintly through her tears. "Yes," she said. "I will trust you. You are Alessandro, are you not?" "Yes, Senorita," he answered, greatly surprised, "I am Alessandro. ↗

— Helen Hunt Jackson

#ramona #trust #love

Mohammad never assigned himself a status more than a common man and a messenger of God. People had faith in him when he was surrounded by poverty and adversity and trusted him while he was the ruler of a great Empire. He was a man of spotless character who always had confidence in himself and in God's help. No aspect of his life remained hidden nor was his death a mysterious event. ↗

— M.H. Hyndman

#atheist #christian #confidence #death #empire

The journey is about coming home....There is always the return. And the wound will take you there. It is a blood-trail." (p. 220,222) ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#home

It seems when Opportunity knocks, Fate shows up to open the door. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#death #destruction #door #downfall #fate

She tried to think of what to say to make it all better again, or at least the way it was before she'd made her confession, though she didn't regret having confessed. Perhaps that was what had been wrong with her all along. Now that the lie wasn't between them anymore, maybe she could love him again. ↗

— Cheryl Strayed

#affair #confession #lie #love #trust

Imperfection is the doorway for which perfection may step through...perfection must be enforced, it must be soldered into the eyes of the blind, it must be severed methodically and sewn into the very warmth that keeps at bay the cold of the night. Imperfection is the fire that sets alight the dark passage through which perfection wanders...and we must embrace it all, we must have purpose to survive. ↗

— Dave Matthes

#death #dread #forgiveness #goal #greed