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Sometimes the clouds weren’t weightless. Sometimes their bellies got dark and full. It was life. It happened. It didn’t mean it wasn’t scary, or that I wasn’t still afraid, but now I knew that as long as I was standing under it with Braden beside me when those clouds broke, I’d be alright. ↗

— Samantha Young

#contemporary-romance #hot #lovely #sweet #life

Never work. ↗

— Guy Debord

#life #work #life

I would never, never do anything unless I believed in it. ↗

— River Phoenix

#believed #i #never #unless #would

For every laugh, there should be a tear. ↗

— Walt Disney Company

#life #tears #writing #life

I often think how unadventurous my life must seem from the outside, though I do like my job. ↗

— Mary Hoffman

#life

Adult helplessness destroys children. Or it forces them to become tiny adults of their own. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#growing-up #life #life

There was a smile dancing on his lips, although it was a wary smile, for the world is a bigger place than a little graveyard on a hill; and there would be dangers in it and mysteries, new friends to make, old friends to rediscover, mistakes to be made and many paths to be walked before he would, finally, return to the graveyard or ride with the Lady on the broad back of her great grey stallion. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#life #moving-forward #paths #smile #life

Everyone in the life before was cranky, I think, because they just wanted to know. --After I Was Thrown in the River and Before I Drowned ↗

— Dave Eggers

#life

God never asked us to meet life's pressures and demands on our own terms or by relying upon our own strength. Nor did He demands that we win His favor by assembling an impressive portfolio of good deeds. Instead, He invites us to enter His rest. ↗

— Charles R. Swindoll

#god #peace #relying-on-god #rest #works

I wrote a huge number of letters that spring: one a week to Naoko, several to Reiko, and several more to Midori. I wrote letters in the classroom, I wrote letters at my desk at home with Seagull in my lap, I wrote letters at empty tables during my breaks at the Italian restaurant. It was as if I were writing letters to hold together the pieces of my crumbling life. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#norwegian-wood #life