#chapter

What was it like?” .... “I mean, long ago.” “Not too different to now,” ...“You humans – sorry, even part- humans – never seem to change much. ↗

— Phillip W. Simpson

#change

Gentlemen don’t ask women impertinent questions about delicate subjects…… And they never, ever use crude expressions in mixed company. Not unless they’re ready to face the consequences. ↗

— Beth Fantaskey

#dating

Life is full of risks. Death is much simpler. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#death

I mean, I really do think that love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. But I also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all. ↗

— William Goldman

#fairness #life #love #wise-last-chapter #death

I used unexpectedly to experience a consciousness of the presence of God, or such a kind that I could not possibly doubt that He was within me or that I was wholly engulfed in Him. This was in no sense a vision: I believe it is called mystical theology. The soul is suspended in such a way that it seems to be completely outside itself. The will loves; the memory, I think, is almost lost; while the understanding, I believe, thought it is not lost, does not reason—I mean that it does not work, but is amazed at the extent of all it can understand; for God wills it to realize that it understands nothing of what His Majesty represents to it. ↗

— Teresa of Ávila

#mystical-theology #mysticism #prayer #experience

Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#life

You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope, as old as your despair." Douglas MacArthur ↗

— Terri Marie

#chapter #children #family #magic #faith

Oh, Cathy! Oh, my life! how can I bear it?" was the first sentence he uttered, in a tone that did not seek to disguise his despair. And now he stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensity of his gaze would bring tears into his eyes; but they burned with anguish: they did not melt. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#xv #life

They stood together, arms wrapped tight, listening to the wind through the pines while snow fell softly all around. This was one of those moments in life she knew she’d never forget. He moved his head so that his lips were close to her ear. “Run, Sasha. If you can do it, run like hell and don’t look back.” Her breath came in short little gasps. “I don’t want to run. ↗

— Trinity Faegen

#life

The measure of love is to love without measure. - attributed to Saint Augustine ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love