#wate

I'm not falling anymore. That's what L says, and she's right. I guess you could say I'm flying. We both are. And I'm pretty sure somewhere up there in the real blue sky and carpenter bee greatness, Amma's flying, too. We all are, depending on how you look at it. Flying or falling, it's up to us. Because the sky isn't really made of blue paint, and there aren't just two kinds of people in this world, the stupid and the stuck. We only think there are. Don't waste your time with either-with anything. It's not worth it. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#inspriational #beauty

I walked over and picked up one of the jugs. "What's this? Some kind of Caster disinfectant?" Lena took it out of my hand and lined it up with the others. "Yeah, it's called bleach. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#caster-chronicles #duchannes #ethan #lena #wate

Beauty soaks reality as water fills a rag. ↗

— Chet Raymo

#reality #simile #water #beauty

The water was pure and cold and came out of the Apennines tasting like snow melted in the hands of a pretty girl. ↗

— Pat Conroy

#music

Our story is never written in isolation. We do not act in a one-man play. We can do nothing that does not affect other people, no matter how loudly we say, "It's my own business. ↗

— Madeleine L'Engle

#madeleine-l-engle #our-story #walking-on-water #art

In my opinion, actual heroism, like actual love, is a messy, painful, vulnerable business—and I wanted to try to reflect that. ↗

— John Green

#green #hero #heroism #john #waters

Well I am from Annapolis Maryland. I went to High school in Baltimore, but I grew up in Annapolis. It was a cute town. We lived on a waterfront community. It was good, even though I don't really fit the preppy boater kind of style. ↗

— Christian Siriano

#baltimore #community #cute #even #fit

Once you want something, everything changes. Now I want everything. I feel it so much that I am water, a river of want,pooled in the shape of a girl. ↗

— Ally Condie

#wanting #water #change

I stared at the creased map on my wall, the thin green line connecting all the places I had read about. There they were, all the cities of my imaginary future, held together with tape and marker and pins. In six months, a lot had changed. There was no thin green line that could lead me to my future anymore. Just a girl. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#lena-duchannes #beauty

… the river sliding along its banks, darker now than the sky descending a last time to scatter its diamonds into these black waters that contain the day that passed, the night to come. — Excerpt from the poem “The Mercy ↗

— Philip Levine

#diamonds #rivers #stars #water #change