#us

I love the one that can't be loved. Because I just didn't have the luck to love the one that could be loved. ↗

— Leydi Morfa

#my-ex-s-cousin #romance #love

Jesse, who had not stirred the whole time from the spot he'd been standing, confident I could handle Cheryl myself, was grinning. "It's every girl's dream to guy to go to prom with the guy she loves?" he echoed, not just one, but both inky black eyebrows raised. "Don't start with me," I said. I tried to hide my suddenly flaming cheeks by scraping away what was left of the cannolis, and replacing them with the contents of an upended bag of chocolate chip cookies. "I have things to do. ↗

— Meg Cabot

#jesse-de-silva #susannah-simon #suze-simon #the-mediator #dreams

Where humanity sowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed. ↗

— Aberjhani

#americans #faith #famous-quotes-from-classic-books #haiku #haikus

If I was just a fan of music, I would think that I was the number one artist in the world. ↗

— Kanye West

#fan #i #just #music #number

You know, he likes me because I'm his son. I have to go long and far to find someone who knows me just as me, rather than me the songwriter or whatever. ↗

— Paul Westerberg

#far #find #go #his #i

Trust me, I'm going to find out where the money has gone and how it has been spent, and see if we can't get it down there quicker to let that rebuilding start. ↗

— Lynn Westmoreland

#down #find #get #going #gone

Vietnam was the first war ever fought without any censorship. Without censorship, things can get terribly confused in the public mind. ↗

— William Westmoreland

#censorship #confused #ever #first #fought

Fame is the abuse of love ↗

— Me

#fame #love #love

You are curious and quick, you have a deft mind, and for some unaccountable reason, people tell you things -- useful things. ↗

— Deanna Raybourn

#intrigue #marriage #mystery #nicholas-brisbane #partnership

She wanted to be herself again, to recover all that she had been obliged to give up in half a century of servitude that had doubtless made her happy but which, once her husband was dead, did not leave her even the vestiges of her identity. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#identity #marriage #women #love