#ado

If you die you’re completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I’m not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I’ve got. ↗

— Kurt Cobain

#foreshadowing #death

We live in one world together. It's more important than ever to be friend to all. ↗

— Elizabeth Blake

#belonging #differences #identity #family

If we adopted Jack," I quip, "we'd have to give him combat pay for an allowance ↗

— Daven Anderson

#family #humor #vampire #family

A son or daughter in any human family is either born to or adopted by the parents. By definition, a child can't be both. But with God we're both born of Him and adopted by Him. ↗

— Jerry Bridges

#new-birth #family

How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home? ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#devotion #love #love

And now the fight continues for all orphans and children who need families who will love and care for them—until they too can all go home. ↗

— Kim De Blecourt

#international-adoption #kim-de-blecourt #orphans #ukraine #until-we-all-come-home

And others came... Desires and Adorations, Winged Persuasions and veil'd Destinies, Splendours, and Glooms, and glimmering Incarnations Of hopes and fears, and twilight Phantasies; And Sorrow, with her family of Sighs, And Pleasure, blind with tears, led by the gleam Of her own dying smile instead of eyes, Came in slow pomp; the moving pomp might seem Like pageantry of mist on an autumnal stream. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#schiltz #shelley #splendors-and-glooms #family

Standing in the line at the food court, I try to be myself. But I forget how I usually stand when I'm myself. ↗

— Susane Colasanti

#awkward #being-yourself #exactly-right #food

There was no sound, but she felt a movement, a shifting of the air in her room, the warmth of another presence. Isabel opened her eyes. He was there, at the foot of her bed, a single candle in his hand, dressed only in shirtsleeves, waistcoat, and breeches. “Forgive me,” he whispered as he set the candle down. “I could not stay away. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#isabel #thief-of-shadows #winter #forgiveness

I have no privacy. But I feel so alone. ↗

— Susan Beth Pfeffer

#paradox #privacy #life