#hop

All we know, Midnight. The best of all we know. For Chestry Valley and its master we loved. For Nana. For Sugarloaf and Brimstone Farm. For Pop and Mom and Tom. For the foals to come. For yesterday and for all tomorrows, we dance the best we know. For good-by. ↗

— Kate Seredy

#hope #life #living #love

Love is a spiritual practice that matures us as we try and try again to leave behind our isolation, expose our vulnerabilities, and make commitments to care truly for one another. ↗

— Nanette Sawyer

#love #love

My thoughts are wing'd with hopes, My hopes with love. Thoughts, hopes and love return to me no more, Until Cynthia shine as she hath done before. ↗

— Eve Edwards

#hope #love #the-rogue-s-princess #thoughts #love

Terry loved candlelight dinners and red wine. It was a nice contrast from work. And killing people. ↗

— Jonas Eriksson

#horror #psychopath #thriller #love

He's been out for a while," she said. "You ready to take a break?" Hopper could exist in this living form or be transformed into a small statue, which helped avoid uncomfortable questions when people came by. Only she could transform him though. "Yeah. He keeps trying to eat my paints. And I don't want him to watch me kiss you goodbye. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines-series #callistana #dragon #hopper-the-callistana #love

I love you, Sunshine,” I tell her, before I lose my nerve. “And I don’t give a shit whether you want me to or not. ↗

— Katja Millay

#life #love #love

Love is an art, Berk. Just like painting or music. Some painters draw mere lines, scratches on the canvas and call them art; some paint stars studded skies like van Gogh; or Chopin’s music conquers the hearts of millions while the execrable disco music blaring out of the open windows of a car have also their audience. Some describe love in high-flown flowery language and you identify yourself with the hero and the heroine and feel yourself in the seventh heaven while some give such a lamentable picture of it that you almost curse it! ↗

— T. Afsin Ilgar

#chopin #love #painting #van-gogh #art

Time wastes too fast… the days and hours of it… are flying over our heads like little clouds on a windy day, never to return more – everything presses on – whilst thou art twisting the lock, - see! it grows grey… and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, and every absence which follows it, are preludes to that eternal separation which we are shortly to make! ↗

— The Life And Opinions of Tristram Shandy

#fast #hope #life #love #paris

Men and women are not limited by the place of their birth, not by color of their skin, but by the size of their hope. ↗

— John Johnson

#hope #john-johnson #people #size #men

There were a billion lights out there on the horizon and I knew that all of them put together weren't enough to light the darkness in the hearts of some men. ↗

— Michael Connelly

#evil #hearts #lights #psychology #psychopaths