#eh

I am consciously surrendering conciousness. ↗

— Sarah Dunn

#love

We’re miserable because we think that we are mere individuals, alone with our fears and flaws and resentments and mortality. We wrongly believe that our limited little egos constitute our whole entire nature. We have failed to recognize our deeper divine character. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#love

I'm not Mickey Mouse, I'm a human being. ↗

— Mitch Winehouse

#biography #biography

We hand the meat over to Greasy Sae in the kitchen. She likes District 13 well enough, even though she thinks the cooks are somewhat lacking in imagination. But a woman who came up with a palatable wild dog and rhubarb stew is bound to feel as if her hands are tied here. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#imagination

It is a capital mistake to theorise before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts. ↗

— Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

#capitalism

Isn’t it amazing how much good people can do for each other when you give them the opportunity to help? ↗

— Dorothea Benton Frank

#kindlehighlight

There’s a coward and a fool, and both of them are you, My heart is cracked and broken, but yours is frozen through. ↗

— Jay Bell

#kindlehighlight

The world is full of shitheads, Rhea. Don’t listen to them—listen to me. And I know that Lou is one of those shitheads. But I listen. ↗

— Jennifer Egan

#kindlehighlight

For a split second longer she stood motionless. Then, somehow, she had caught at the front of his shirt and pulled him toward her. His arms went around her, lifting her almost out of her sandals, and then he was kissing her—or she was kissing him, she wasn’t sure, and it didn’t matter. The feel of his mouth on hers was electric; her hands gripped his arms, pulling him hard against her. The feel of his heart pounding through his shirt made her dizzy with joy. No one else’s heart beat like Jace’s did, or ever could. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#kindlehighlight

I noticed the plants growing around me. Tall with leaves like arrowheads. Blossoms with three white petals. I knelt down in the water, my fingers digging into the soft mud, and I pulled up handfuls of the roots. Small, bluish tubers that don’t look like much but boiled or baked are as good as any potato. “Katniss,” I said aloud. It’s the plant I was named for. And I heard my father’s voice joking, “As long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#kindlehighlight