#ado

We can buy you one of those books they have for little kids 'Timmy Has Two Dads'. Except I don't think they have one called 'Timmy Has Two Dads and One of Them Was Evil'. That part you're just going to have to work through on your own. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #mortal-instruments #shadowhunters #simon-lewis #work

Glory: I look around at this world you're so eager to be a part of and all I see is six billion lunatics looking for the fastest ride out. Who's not crazy? Look around, everyone's drinking, smoking, shooting up, shooting each other, or just plain screwing their brains out 'cause they don't want 'em anymore. I'm crazy? Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind, 'cause at least I admit the world makes me nuts. ↗

— Douglas Petrie

#honesty #humans #paradox #world #crazy

Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky. ↗

— John Muir

#john-muir #nature #wilderness #change

There," she said. She rocked him back and forth. "There, you foolish, beautiful boy who wants to change the world. There, there. And who could keep from loving you? Who could keep from loving a boy so brave and true? ↗

— Kate DiCamillo

#boys #children #love #orphans #beauty

Zaphod marched quickly down the passageway, nervous as hell, but trying to hide it by striding purposefully. ↗

— Douglas Adams

#self-assurance #self-confidence #self-confidence

I love to chase my shadow to feel how it rests in the dark. ↗

— Munia Khan

#darkness #shadow #love

...tried to be faultless as a parent, but still she worries that in the end, all her love for her daughter will not compensate for the loss she suffered as a baby ↗

— Shilpi Somaya Gowda

#love

...I can think of other forms of worship than loving you, but none that make me feel so fulfilled... ↗

— John Geddes

#fulfilment #love #worship #love

Here, Earth-born, over the lilt of the water, Lisping its music and bearing a burden of light, Bosoming day as a laughing and radiant daughter… Here we may whisper unheard, unafraid of the night. Walking alone…was it splendor, or what, we were bound with? Deep in the time when summer lets down her hair? Shadows we loved and the patterns they covered the ground with Tapestries, mystical, faint in the breathless air. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#magical #mystical #patterns #poetry #shadows

For as long as I could remember, I had been transparent to myself, unselfconscious, learning, doing, most of every day. Now I was in my own way; I myself was a dark object I could not ignore. I couldn't remember how to forget myself. I didn't want to think about myself, to reckon myself in, to deal with myself every livelong minute on top of everything else - but swerve as I might, I couldn't avoid it. I was a boulder blocking my own path. I was a dog barking between my own ears, a barking dog who wouldn't hush. So this was adolescence. Is this how the people around me had died on their feet - inevitably, helplessly? Perhaps their own selves eclipsed the sun for so many years the world shriveled around them, and when at least their inescapable orbits had passed through these dark egoistic years it was too late, they had adjusted. Must I then lose the world forever, that I had so loved? Was it all, the whole bright and various planet, where I had been so ardent about finding myself alive, only a passion peculiar to children, that I would outgrow even against my will? ↗

— Annie Dillard

#awakening #consciousness #selfconsciousness #love