#kindlehighlight

I've always resented Hermione, because I wanted to be her so badly and she never seemed to appreciate as much as I thought she should that she got be her. She got to live at Hogwarts and be friends with Harry and kiss Ron, which was supposed to happen to me. ↗

— Rachel Cohn

#appreciation

They say God never gives us more than we can handle, but sometimes I think God has overestimated what I can take. ↗

— Blaize Clement

#mystery

Fall. Stand. Learn. Adapt. ↗

— Mike Norton

#determination #fall #kindle #kindlehighlight #learn

Calories don’t count if they’re connected to a celebration. Everyone knows this. ↗

— Janet Evanovich

#connection

Whoever named Himmel Street certainly had a healthy sense of irony. Not that is was a living hell. It wasn't. But is sure as hell wasn't heaven, either. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#irony

Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort. ↗

— Anne Rice

#loneliness

Each death laid a dreadful charge of complicity on the living; each death was incongenerous, its guilt irreducible, its sadness immortal; a bracelet of bright hair about the bone. ↗

— John Fowles

#death

In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer - proof again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#evil

Instinct caused a woman who had once been so attractive to still attempt makeup and hairdos, Marisa guessed, but more often than not, the effort came off with Mama looking like a clown. Seeing it broke Marisa’s heart, but she didn’t interfere. Her mother didn’t know the difference and these days, it was rare for anyone but Marisa to see her. What little family they had seldom came and Mama’s friends in Agua Dulce, out of respect, were reluctant to gawk at her decline. ↗

— Anna Jeffrey

#family

It doesn't promise to solve or erase suffering but to transform it, pledging that by loving one another, even through pain, we will find more life. And it insists that by opening ourselves to strangers, the despised or frightening or unintelligible other, we will see more and more of the holy, since, without exception, all people are one body: God's. ↗

— Sara Miles

#life