#wing

Some people will just go with the flow of things and sway in life, while others will fight against the currents and go upstream to reach their destiny. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#following #overcoming-obstacles #peer-pressure #swaying-in-life #life

Life is excellent or life blows, depending on how you look at it. ↗

— Carol Plum-Ucci

#life

I wouldn't want to live that life. I choose the pain. I chose the pain. ↗

— Suzanne Palmieri-Hayes

#decisions #knowing #life #love #life

Funny how at twenty-five you worry about not being taken seriously and take being a sex object for granted. Later you take being taken seriously for granted, and worry about not being a sex object. ↗

— Helen Fielding

#sex-object #funny

This is growing up, having to stomp out love, this is how people turn terrible. ↗

— Michelle Tea

#love

That I had loved not as I should. A creature made of clay. When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose his wings at the dawn of day ↗

— Jean Haus

#romeo #wings #love

It wasn't until we dropped him at his university dormitory and left him there looking touchingly lost and bewildered amid an assortment of cardboard boxes and suitcases in a spartan room not unlike a prison cell that it really hit home that he was vanishing out of our lives and into his own. ↗

— Bill Bryson

#growing-up #love #parenthood #love

I don't know you. I'll give you that very easily. I DON'T know you. I only know things about you, the colour of your hair, the shape of your shoulders, the pools of brown eye, very seductive. I know your temperament. I know some of your expressions. I have a collection of words written by you. You share a few ideas. You use too many adjectives. But I don't know anything about who, exactly, you are, in fact. ↗

— Bill Shapiro

#love

When someone loves you they don't have to say it; you can tell by the way they treat you. ↗

— Carson Kolhoff

#love

And what other kind of man would you want leading you into battle?” he says, reading my Noise. “What other kind of man is suitable for war?” A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes monsters of men. “Wrong,” says the Mayor. “It’s war that makes us men in the first place. Until there’s war, we are only children.” Another blast of the horn comes roaring down at us, so loud it nearly takes our heads off and it puts the army off its stride for a second or two. We look up the road to the bottom of the hill. We see Spackle torches gathering there to meet us. “Ready to grow up, Todd?” the Mayor asks. ↗

— Patrick Ness

#war #men