#ky

I knew I wouldn't discover happiness in a faraway place or in unusual circumstances; it was right here, right now— as in the haunting play "The Blue Bird," where two children spend a year searching the world for the Blue Bird of Happiness, only to find it waiting for them when they finally return home. ↗

— Gretchen Rubin

#blue-bird #happiness #home

I'm lucky I get to work a lot. ↗

— Stephen Root

#i #lot #lucky #work

I wanted a guy who made my stomach flutter, who was polite and respectful to everyone because he didn't think of anybody as beneath him, a man who did good things not because of what he’d gain but simply because it was the right thing to do. I wanted someone that cared about the injustices of the world and tried to help even if the issue didn't affect his life. ↗

— Skyla Madi

#skyla-madi #life

The sky seemed filled with diving planes and the black bursts of exploding antiaircraft shells. ↗

— Dorie Miller

#bursts #diving #exploding #filled #planes

Becky . . .” Luke looks at me carefully. “Have you ever been on a horse in your life?” “Yes! Of course I have!” Once. When I was ten. And I fell off. But I probably wasn’t concentrating or something. “Just be careful, won’t you?” he says. “I’m not quite ready to become a widower. ↗

— Sophie Kinsella

#life

I'm glad you escaped, Kyra," Fred said, looking serious again. "And that I found you." "Me too," Kyra said, glancing up at him. "It wouldn't have been much of a life trying to live in the dumbwaiter." Fred leaned down and kissed Kyra full on the lips. Kyra pulled away. "How do you know I'm interested in you? Just because you've decided I'm worth hanging around for doesn't mean I feel the same way." Fred cocked his head at her. "Really?" "Oh, okay," Kyra said. Then she kissed him back. ↗

— Bridget Zinn

#fred #humor #kyra #poison #romance

I placed some of the DNA on the ends of my fingers and rubbed them together. The stuff was sticky. It began to dissolve on my skin. 'It's melting -- like cotton candy.' 'Sure. That's the sugar in the DNA,' Smith said. 'Would it taste sweet?' 'No. DNA is an acid, and it's got salts in it. Actually, I've never tasted it.' Later, I got some dried calf DNA. I placed a bit of the fluff on my tongue. It melted into a gluey ooze that stuck to the roof of my mouth in a blob. The blob felt slippery on my tongue, and the taste of pure DNA appeared. It had a soft taste, unsweet, rather bland, with a touch of acid and a hint of salt. Perhaps like the earth's primordial sea. It faded away. Page 67, in Richard Preston's biographical essay on Craig Venter, "The Genome Warrior" (originally published in The New Yorker in 2000). ↗

— Timothy Ferris

#freaky #genetics #science #science

Without ambition, no goal can be met. ↗

— Kya Aliana

#believe #goals #good #great #inspirational

I live you, Sky...I live you so much. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#hopeless #i-live-you #like-and-love #live #romantic

Willow, things feel more uncertain than ever now," He said finally. "But I love you. For as long as I live - if that's fifty years from now, or just next week - I'll love you. ↗

— L.A. Weatherly

#angel-fire #love