#v

Flushed with the explosive shit of a sumo wrestler who ate Mexican food. ↗

— Hillary Frank

#hillary-frank #i-can-t-tell-you #mexican-food #wrestler #food

You know what his power was? Calling lightning. Try handling that when you live in water. He accidentally killed his entire family one night during a big storm. ↗

— Terah Edun

#vedaris #family

Before I can say I am, I was. Heraclitus and I, prophets of flux, know that the flux is composed of parts that imitate and repeat each other. Am or was, I am cumulative, too. I am everything I ever was, whatever you and Leah may think. I am much of what my parents and especially my grandparents were -- inherited stature, coloring, brains, bones (that part unfortunate), plus transmitted prejudices, culture, scruples, likings, moralities, and moral errors that I defend as if they were personal and not familial. ↗

— Wallace Stegner

#family #heritage #identity #morality #past

The history of your world is filled with the voice of the victor, the voice of power, although it was not always a voice of sanity, by any means. ↗

— Barbara Marciniak

#power #sanity #victor #family

‎Does anyone truly understand females? ...Their behavior is opposite of everything in the natural order and flies in the face of logic. ↗

— Mary Lydon Simonsen

#females #human #lydon #mary #mr-darcy

And he goes round with a fat roll of dollar bills, and got this nice farm, and all them fancy machines, and man let his family starve.’ - Louisa Mae Cardinal ↗

— David Baldacci

#wish-you-well #family

Olivia watched him through a blur of tears, despising the futility of it. For there was nothing she could say to comfort a man whose family was long dead; there was no balm to heal wounds that scored a man's soul; and there was no way to make a man believe in the ties that bind. ↗

— Laura Lee Guhrke

#conor-s-way #laura-lee-guhrke #olivia #family

There is eloquence in the tongueless wind, and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling of the reeds beside them, which by their inconceivable relation to something within the soul, awaken the spirits to a dance of breathless rapture, and bring tears of mysterious tenderness to the eyes, like the enthusiasm of patriotic success, or the voice of one beloved singing to you alone. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#love #lucidity #nature #love

How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home? ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#devotion #love #love

I want you to be weak. As weak as I am. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#love