#ata

A sematary," I say. "A what?" Viola says, looking round at all the square stones marking out their graves. Must be a hundred, maybe two, in orderly rows and well-kept grass. Settler life is hard and it's short and lotsa New World people have lost the battle. "It's a place for burying dead folk," I say. Her eyes widen. "A place for doing what?" "Don't people die in space?" I ask. "Yeah," she says. "But we burn them. We don't put them in holes." She crosses her arms around herself, mouth and forehead frowning, peering around at the graves. "How can this be sanitary? ↗

— Patrick Ness

#cemetary #cremation #dead #death #dying

I'm sure, the highest capacity of storage device, will not enough to record all our stories; because, everytime with you is very valuable data ↗

— Aditia Rinaldi

#life #love #our-story #storage #time

You Americans are a very singular people," he later recalled to one of his friends. "I went with my automaton all over my own country—the Germans wondered and said nothing. In France they exclaimed, Magnifique! Merveilleux! Superbe! The English set themselves to prove—one that it could be, and another that it could not be, a mere mechanism acting without a man inside. But I had not been long in your country, before a Yankee came to see me and said, 'Mr Maelzel, would you like another thing like that? I can make you one for five hundred dollars.' I laughed at his proposition. A few months afterwards, the same Yankee came to see me again, and this time he said, 'Mr Maelzel, would you like to buy another thing like that? I have one already made for you. ↗

— Tom Standage

#automata #conduct #life

Jack's marketing books had been a part of her life for so long that she had ceased to register their presence, simply moving them from the couch to the coffee table, from the bed to the nightstand. How to Sell Everything to Anybody. Eight Great Habits of CEOs. They all seemed to involve numbers, as if you could simply count yourself to riches, like following sheep to sleep. ↗

— Erica Bauermeister

#big-data #books #marketing #numbers #life

A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#friend #love #parabatai #tears #why

–Mi consciencia, –susurró Will. –Tú eres mi consciencia. Siempre lo has sido, James Carstairs. Haré esto por ti, pero primero voy a conseguir una promesa. –¿Qué clase de promesa? –Me pediste hace años que cese de buscar una cura para ti, –dijo Will. –Quiero que me liberes de esa promesa. Déjame mirar, al menos. Libérame para buscar. Jem miró con cierto asombro. –Justo cuando creo que te conozco perfectamente, me sorprendes de nuevo. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#parabatai #spanish #will-herondale #spanish

YOU YOU YOU your eyes, thick as a high school scrapbook crackling and yellow, curling at the edges a book of myths in which i do not appear. ↗

— Clint Catalyst

#clint-catalyst #eyes #poem #short #unrequited-love

Staring at my outstretched pinky questioningly his perfect lips twitched into a smile. Pinky promise? ↗

— Natalie Valdes

#natalie-valdes #pinky-promise #smile #together-foreve #love

Neytiri: You are like a baby. Making noise don't know what to do. Jake : Easy. Shh. Fine. Fine. If you loved your little forest friends... why not let them kill my ass What's the thinking Neytiri: Why save you Jake : Yeah. Yeah why save me Neytiri: You have a strong heart. No fear. But stupid Ignorant like a child ↗

— James Cameron

#jake #neytiri #love

I have always loved Naoko, and I still love her. But there is a decisive finality to what exists between Midori and me. It has an irresistible power that is bound to sweep me into the future. What I feel for Naoko is a tremendously quiet and gentle and transparent love, but what I feel for Midori is a wholly different emotion. It stands and walks on its own, living and breathing and throbbing and shaking me to the roots of my being. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#love