#way

I love you; I love you and I don’t care that you’re my sister; don’t be with him, don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me. I don’t know how to be without you. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #jace-wayland #love

The great and almost only comfort about being a woman is that one can always pretend to be more stupid than one is and no one is surprised. ↗

— Freya Stark

#almost #always #being #comfort #great

Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and let the world exist in front of you - sometimes I swear that just for a second time freezes and the world pauses in its tilt. Just for a second. And if you somehow found a way to live in that second, then you would live forever. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#forever #lena-holoway #live #time #world

Those who know do not speak. Those who speak do not know. ↗

— Lao Tzu

#wayfinding #philosophy

Socialism? We've had way too much of it already. ↗

— Steve Steckler

#had #much #socialism #too #too much

There's nothing to catch up on. You came, you saw, you scored, you left. End of story. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#grave #halfway #to #cat

In Japan, a number of time-honored everyday activities (such as making tea, arranging flowers, and writing) have traditionally been deeply examined by their proponents. Students study how to make tea, perform martial arts, or write with a brush in the most skillful way possible to express themselves with maximum efficiency and minimum strain. Through this efficient, adroit, and creative performance, they arrive at art. But if they continue to delve even more deeply into their art, they discover principles that are truly universal, principles relating to life itself. Then, the art of brush writing becomes shodo—the “Way of the brush”—while the art of arranging flowers is elevated to the status of kado—the “Way of flowers.” Through these Ways or Do forms, the Japanese have sought to realize the Way of living itself. They have approached the universal through the particular. ↗

— H.E. Davey

#budo #do #efficiency #flowers #ikebana

It doesn't hurt." "But my eyes do," said a coolly amused voice from the doorway. Jace. He had come in so quietly that even Simon hadn't heard him; closing the door behind him, he grinned as Isabelle pulled Simon's shirt down. "Molesting the vampire while he's too weak to fight back, Iz?" he asked. "I'm pretty sure that violates at least one of the Accords." "I'm just showing him where he got stabbed," Isabelle protested, but she scooted back to her chair with a certain amount of haste. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #quip #simon-lewis #weakness

Democrats' definition of "rich" - always seems to be set just above whatever the salary happens to be for a member of Congress. Perhaps that says it all. ↗

— Steve Steckler

#always #congress #definition #democrats #happens

With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season out of your life. This was the only truly sad time in Paris because it was unnatural. You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason. In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening that it had nearly failed. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#ernest-hemingway #fall #seasons #spring #life