#hive

There is a number among us, young and old, of all sorts almost among us, that swarm up and down towns, and woods, and fields, whose care and work hitherto hath been like bees, only to get honey to their own hive. ↗

— Thomas Shepard

#among #been #bees #care #down

To do anything in this world worth doing, we must not stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and danger, but jump in, and scramble through as well as we can. ↗

— Sydney Smith

#back #cold #danger #doing #jump

As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and warmed the paper and ink inside the covers so that the smell of unread words hung in the air. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#shiver #words

One day a wolf bit a man and the man caught it. Magic or science, it's all the same. The only thing magical about it is that we can't explain it." ~Sam ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#maggie-stiefvater #magic #sam #shiver #wolf

Dipping into the archive is always an interesting, if sometimes unsettling, proposition. It often begins with anxiety, with the fear that the thing you want won't surface. But ultimately the process is a little like tapping into the unconscious, and can bring with it the ambivalent gratification of rediscovering forgotten selves. Rather than making new pictures why can't I just recycle some of these old ones? Claim "found" photographs from among my boxes? And have this gesture signify "resistance to further production/consumption"? (96) ↗

— Moyra Davey

#memory #life

In the cold, shivering twilight, preceding the daybreak of civilization, the dominating emotion of man was fear. ↗

— Paul Harris

#cold #daybreak #dominating #emotion #fear

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#linger #loss #love #pain #separation

his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively -- I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#love #romance #shiver #love

For a second, he was still, blinking. Then he shook off all the blankets and coats so that his arms were free and he wrapped them around me as tightly as he could. I felt him shuddering, shuddering against me as he buried his face in my hair. I said, uselessly, "Sam, don't go." Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. "These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please."" — Grace and Sam (Shiver) ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#sam

If you want to gather honey, don't kick over the beehive. ↗

— Dale Carnegie

#gather #honey #kick #over #want