#jonathan

I love you, Jonathan," she whispered. A long arm snaked around her, and he pulled her against his side. "I know," he said. "I just wanted to be sure you knew it, too. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#jonathan #love #love

You're dead," I repeated. "So why are you in my dream?" He raised the bill of his olive drab ball cap with one finger. " Good question. Morbid, isn't it?" "What?" "Dreaming about dead peolpe. Creepy. You ever see a therapist about that?" "I'm not -" Even in dreams, I couldn't win an argument. Even when he was dead. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#firestorm #joanne #jonathan #dreams

Will I fail or will I succeed and accomplish the unexpected? ↗

— Jonathan Anthony Burkett

#devotion #guidance #jonathan-anthony-burkett #life #love

↑ top up position down The fact that I suspect I'm an asshole means I probably am not, because a real asshole doesn't think he's an asshole, does he? Therefore, by realizing that I'm an asshole, I am in fact negating that very realization, am I not? Descartes's Asshole Axiom: I think I am; therefor I'm not one. ↗

— Jonathan Tropper

#humor #jonathan-tropper #humor

She was with me. She did all of those things and so many more, things I would never tell anyone, and she never even loved me. Now that’s love. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#jonathan-safran-foer #love

(Sebastian) "See, there you go. You're always looking at me like that." "Like what?" "Like I burn down animal shelters for fun and light my cigarettes with orphans. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #jonathan-morgenstern #lol #sebastian #clary-fray

I had previously been in the band the Modern Lovers with Jonathan Richman. ↗

— Jerry Harrison

#been #had #i #jonathan #lovers

According to some, heroic deaths are admirable things. I've never been convinced by this argument, mainly because, no matter how cool, stylish, composed, unflappable, manly, or defiant you are, at the end of the day you're also dead. Which is a little too permanent for my liking. ↗

— Jonathan Stroud

#bartimaeus-trilogy #jonathan-stroud #death

I was hanging out with Jonathan Richman last night. ↗

— Evan Dando

#i #jonathan #last #last night #night

Brod’s life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release. Table, ivory elephant charm, rainbow, onion, hairdo, mollusk, Shabbos, violence, cuticle, melodrama, ditch, honey, doily… None of it moved her. She addressed her world honestly, searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her, but to each she would have to say, I don’t love you. Bark-brown fence post: I don’t love you. Poem too long: I don’t love you. Physics, the idea of you, the laws of you: I don’t love you. Nothing felt like anything more than what it actually was. Everything was just a thing, mired completely in its thingness. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#jonathan-safran-foer #life