#wil

He bursts out laughing. It's short, as if he regretted allowing me to make him laugh, but the satisfaction's already mine. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#will-trombal #satisfaction

America has never quite forgiven Europe for having been discovered somewhat earlier in history than itself. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#oscar-wilde #america

Any formal attack on ignorance is bound to fail because the masses are always ready to defend their most precious possession - their ignorance. ↗

— Hendrik Willem Van Loon

#hendrick-van-loon #ignorance #society #willful-ignorance #education

Jem shook his head. "You bit de Quincey" he said. "You fool. He's a VAMPIRE" "I had no choice" said Will " He was choking me" "I know" Jem said. " But really Will, AGAIN? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #choice

I would like to see anyone, prophet, king or God, convince a thousand cats to do the same thing at the same time. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#chaos #cooperation #organization #persuasion #pets

Because I do not wish to know,” he says. “I prefer to remain unenlightened, to better appreciate the dark. ↗

— Erin Morgenstern

#appreciation

We're developing a new citizenry. One that will be very selective about cereals and automobiles, but won't be able to think. ↗

— Rod Serling

#twilight-zone #development

I'm a man of simple tastes. I'm always satisfied with the best. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#living #oscar-wilde #lifestyle

Angry grizzly bears are going to look tame next to what is waiting for you at home." I snapped the phone shut and placed it in her waiting hand. "I'm done. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#edward-cullen #rage #threat #twilight-saga #waiting

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pool singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone. ↗

— Sara Teasdale

#spring