#ado

I am Dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#humor #paradox #humor

Don't you know that it is only the very foolish folk who talk sense all the time? (Anne) ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#paradox #humor

Americans invented adolescence. It is not a natural phenomenon. Adolescence is a social construct, created by an urban-industrial society that keeps its young at home far past puberty. Teenage angst is a luxury if a successful modern human conceit that isn't condoned by our superior species. ↗

— Sarah Beth Durst

#angst #humour #love

Young people, however, tend to ignore the customs of their elders. Adolescent rebellion has been responsible for all manner of absurd costumes. The more ridiculous a certain fashion is, the more adolescents will cling to it. ↗

— David Eddings

#fashion #humor #humor

Humor and paradox are often the only ways to respond to life's sorrow with grace. ↗

— Matthew Fox

#grace #humor #paradox #humor

Prove that you love me through a lingering gaze, and never losing that twinkle of adoration in your eyes. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#adoration #love #lovers #richelle #richelle-goodrich

One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can’t breathe around it and you realize you don’t need air. Oxygen is trivial. Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset, to touch the one you love, to try again. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#life

My goal is that Julie and Brody do not become the other's half. They should be two wholes that become a greater one. That is the only way to overcome evil in the end. ↗

— Melissa D. Ellis

#love #lycanthrope #paranormal-romance #shadowshifter #love

I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#arbell #bound #break #breath #breeze

By the Angel," Jace said, looking the demon up and down. "I knew Greater Demons were meant to be ugly, but no one ever warned me about the smell." Abbadon opened its mouth and hissed. Inside its mouth were two rows of jagged glass-sharp teeth. "I'm not sure about this wind and howling darkness business," Jace went on, "smells more like landfill to me. You sure you're not from Staten Island? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#demon #fearlessness #humor #jace-wayland #sarcasm