#her

It's about a young girl who will stop at nothing to be the valedictorian of her class. It's very dark and very wicked, but it's got a great part for a kid, and a great part for an older woman. ↗

— Kevin Williamson

#class #dark #girl #got #great

I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a time when she would be a distant memory - recalled only on the anniversary of her death, or maybe a couple of weeks after, remembering only after having forgotten. ↗

— John Green

#forgotten #memory #remembering #death

Your power as a woman, as a mother, is your medicine, and it saved you. Take your courage in that. ↗

— Jim Fergus

#the-power-of-women #courage

The word 'heresy' not only means no longer being wrong; it practically means being clear-headed and courageous. The word 'orthodoxy' not only no longer means being right; it practically means being wrong. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#orthodoxy #right #wrong #courage

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death. ↗

— Anais Nin

#combination #death #elect #fail #go

He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal." Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?" He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #death

There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #will-herondale #death

But I am the real Strider, fortunately. I am Aragorn son of Arathorn; and if by life or death I can save you, I will. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#gallantry #heroes #lord-of-the-rings #oath #death

Pulvis et umbra sumus. It's a line from Horace. 'We are dust and shadows'. Appropriate, don't you think?" Will said. "It's not a long life, killing demons; one tends to die young, and then they burn your body - dust to dust, in the literal sense. And then we vanish into the shadows of history, nary a mark on the page of a mundane book to remind the world that once we existed at all. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#life #will-herondale #death

Hermione slid out of her bunk and moved like a sleepwalker towards Ron, her eyes upon his pale face. She stopped right in front of him, her lips slightly parted, her eyes wide. Ron gave a weak, hopeful smile and half-raised his arms. Hermione launched herself forwards and started punching every inch of him that she could reach. 'Ouch — ow — gerroff! What the — ? Hermione — OW!' “You — complete — arse — Ronald — Weasley!” She punctuated every word with a blow: Ron backed away, shielding his head as Hermione advanced. “You — crawl — back — here — after — weeks — and — weeks — oh, where’s my wand?” She looked as though ready to wrestle it out of Harry’s hands and he reacted instinctively. “Protego! ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#hermione-granger #ron-weasley #death