#us

What is the 'noble cause' for which you sent our country to war? ↗

— Cindy Sheehan

#country #noble #noble cause #our #sent

For those who confuse you, recognize that their confusion is theirs and your clarity is yours. ↗

— Barbara Marciniak

#confusion #family

You remember all those phrases about how "these people" - Asians - don't value human life like we do. Well if you spend any time around them, you discover that they love their children just as much as we love ours. That is certainly true of the Vietnamese. ↗

— Neil Sheehan

#any #around #asians #certainly #children

If you are not vegan, please consider going vegan. It’s a matter of nonviolence. Being vegan is your statement that you reject violence to other sentient beings, to yourself, and to the environment, on which all sentient beings depend. ↗

— Gary L. Francione

#abolitionist #ahimsa #animals #education #exploitation

So say I’m your mom.' 'What?' I said. 'I’m your mom,' he repeated. 'Now tell me you want to quit modeling.' I could feel myself blushing. 'I can’t do that,' I said. 'Why not?' he asked. 'Is it so hard to believe? You think I’m not a good role-player?' 'No,' I said. 'It’s just–' 'Because I am. Everyone wanted me to be their mother in group.' I just looked at him. 'I just… It’s weird.' 'No, it’s hard. But not impossible. Just try it.' A week earlier, I hadn’t even known what color his eyes were. Now, we were family. At least temporarily. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#just-listen #owen #role-playing #sarah-dessen #family

A guitar twanged from the far-off radio. Country music. Damn. They'd resorted to torture already. ↗

— Kelley Armstrong

#torture #music

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) on a Friday, at twelve o’clock at night. It was remarked that the clock began to strike, and I began to cry, simultaneously. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#birth #clocks #coincidence #famous-beginnings #heroes

Stepparenting is like working at a late-night convenience store — all of the responsibility and none of the authority. ↗

— Valerie J. Lewis Coleman

#stepfamily #stepmother #family

A man like Dmitry was never irate. His coldness was only reflected in the manner in which he destroyed. ↗

— Latrivia S. Nelson

#family

Karou was mysterious. She had no apparent family, she never talked about herself, and she was expert at evading questions--for all that her friends knew of her background, she might have sprung whole from the head of Zeus. And she was endlessly surprising. Her pockets were always spilling out curious things: ancient bronze coins, teeth, tiny jade tigers no bigger than her thumbnail. She might reveal, while haggling for sunglasses with an African street vendor, that she spoke fluent Yoruba. Once, Kaz had undressed her to discover a knife hidden in her boot. There was the matter of her being impossible to scare and, of course, there were the scars on her abdomen: three shiny divots that could only have been made by bullets. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#family