#vas

I’m not dangerous,” I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.” And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#kissing #sydney-sage #danger

If I was drunk, I wouldn’t be here at all. And really, this is pretty good for four White Russians.” “White what?” I almost sat down but was afraid the chair might dematerialize beneath me. “It’s a drink,” he said. “You’d think I wouldn’t be into something named that—you know, considering my own personal experience with Russians. But they’re surprisingly delicious. The drinks, not real Russians. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #experience

Micah showed up shortly thereafter and was happy to meet our other “brother.” He shook Adrian’s hand and smiled. “Now I see some family resemblance. I was starting to wonder if Jill was adopted, but you two kind of look like each other.” “So does our mailman back in North Dakota,” said Adrian. “South,” I corrected. Fortunately, Micah didn’t seem to think there was anything weird about the slip. “Right,” said Adrian. He studied Micah thoughtfully. “There’s something familiar about you. Have we met?” Micah shook his head. “I’ve never been to South Dakota.” I was pretty sure I heard Adrian murmur, “That makes two of us. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#family

This book would not have been made without the tireless mentoring and rare friendship of Christian Bok, Steven Collis and Nicole Markotic. ↗

— Jordan Scott

#fable #foible #mirror-stage #oughtobiography #stutterance

I love acting and certainly won't give it up, but it's part of a bigger canvas for me now. ↗

— Andy Serkis

#bigger #canvas #certainly #give #i

There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition. ↗

— Rod Serling

#beyond #dimension #fifth #ground #infinity

Kau tahu, Nak, sepotong intan terbaik dihasilkan dari dua hal, yaitu, suhu dan tekanan yang tinggi di perut bumi. Semakin tinggi suhu yang diterimanya, semakin tinggi tekanan yang diperolehnya, maka jika dia bisa bertahan, tidak hancur, dia justeru berubah menjadi intan yang berkilau tiada tara. Keras. Kokoh. Mahal harganya. “Sama halnya dengan kehidupan, seluruh kejadian menyakitkan yang kita alami, semakin dalam dan menyedihkan rasannya, jika kita bisa bertahan, tidak hancur, maka kita akan tumbuh menjadi seseorang berkarakter laksana intan. Keras. Kokoh. ↗

— Tere Liye

#motivasi #sad-but-true #self-help #inspirational

He tilted his head to the side, still watching me in that same, disconcerting way. “Some things are true, drunk or sober. You should know that. You deal in facts all the time.” “Yeah, but this isn’t—” I couldn’t argue with him looking at me like that. “I have to go. Wait… you didn’t take the cross.” I held it out to him. He shook his head. “Keep it. I think I’ve got something else to help center my life. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #sydney-sage #the-golden-lily #life

In this one terrified moment, my mind couldn’t focus on any of it. “I’ve forgotten everything.” “No, you haven’t.” His voice in the darkness was calm and reassuring. He smoothed back my hair and pressed one of those half kisses to my forehead. “Just relax and focus." “His reasonable words centered me and allowed the gears of logic that ran my life to take over again. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#anchor #comfort #strength #sydney-sage #trust

At moments of wonder, it is easy to avoid small thinking, to entertain thoughts that span the universe, that capture both thunder and tinkle, thick and thin, the near and the far. ↗

— Yann Martel

#vast-universe #wonder #life