#be

When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#mind #being

Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?" Will demanded with mock horror. "Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not something wrong, as the case may be." He banged on the side of the carriage. "Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#being

Always be a first rate version of yourself and not a second rate version of someone else. ↗

— Judy Garland

#greatness #individuality #being

He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#being

Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it's always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#being

Is it true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?" "Yes," said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of were thickset and looked like bodyguards. "Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelssly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy looked at him. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford." He turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#crabbe #draco-malfoy #goyle #harry-potter #ron-weasley

It's harder than you think, to find someone who truly believes in your unequivocal, unconditional awesomeness ↗

— Hannah Harrington

#awesome

If you can't feel, why did you kiss me?" Patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. "Because I feel it here, in my heart," he said quietly. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#hush-hush #nora #patch #heart

How many observe Christ's birthday! How few, His precepts! ↗

— Benjamin Franklin

#christmas #religion #religion

Blessed are the dumbfucks. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#christ