#york

Jason woke to a feeling of fear, borne from a dream that he couldn’t remember when waking. But as his mind focused, he found the dream right before him. The half-woman lay perfectly molded against his body, her wings draped down her back. ↗

— Derendrea

#erotic #erotica #new-york-city #paranormal-erotica #paranormal-romance

Never mind gas masks and fallout shelters in the event of biological warfare. Many New Yorkers move from place to place equipped with the essentials of vermin assault weaponry: mouse traps, roach spray, and sticky tapes. In some neighborhoods, it’s a must. ↗

— Isabel Lopez

#new-york #new-york-city #dreams

I believe music is a place everyone of us can go to. I don’t care who you are, where you were born, what you do with your life. Everyone can come here in music and be equal. ↗

— Hayley Williams

#hayley-williams #jeremy-davis #music #paramore #taylor-york

Sure.” Olivia smirked. “Good ol’ New York Public Library. I’m sure it’s up to date on the latest Demons that escape through well-guarded Demon Gates. ↗

— Cheyenne McCray

#humor #new-york-city #dating

My one thought is to get out of New York, to experience something genuinely American. ↗

— Henry Miller

#experience

New York is to the nation what the white church spire is to the village - the visible symbol of aspiration and faith, the white plume saying the way is up ↗

— E.B. White

#faith

The darker side of the City tried to emphasize the selfish parts of me by encouraging my sense of entitlement and my desire for personal space. But God seemed to whisper that the alternative existed: to let Him grow humility and concern for others in a way I had never experienced, to live out His peace amid whirling chaos. (p.67) ↗

— Tara Leigh Cobble

#faith #god #new-york-city #nyc #peace

Just like that. Gone forever. They will not grow old together. They will never live on a beach by the sea, their hair turned white, dancing in a living room to Billie Holiday or Nat Cole. They will not enter a New York club at midnight and show the poor hip-hop fools how to dance. They will not chuckle together over the endless folly of the world, its vanities and stupid ambitions. They will not hug each other in any chilly New York dawn. Oh, Mary Lou. My baby. My love. ↗

— Pete Hamill

#loss #love #new-york-city #tears #family

But there’s something about Watonka, they say. Something that pulls us back, the electromagnet that holds all the metal in place. It’s the food, they say, or the chicken wings or the sports teams or the people or the way the air over the Skyway smells like Cheerios on account of the old General Mills Plant. ↗

— Sarah Ockler

#homesickness #western-new-york #food

If London is a watercolor, New York is an oil painting. ↗

— Peter Shaffer

#new #new york #oil #painting #watercolor