#lake

I try to be a good cop. I try to be a good little soldier and follow orders up to a point. But in the end I’m not really a cop, or a soldier. I am a legally sanctioned murderer. I am the Executioner. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#fiction #supernatural #urban-fantasy #vampire #supernatural

You have the nicest window, you know? None of the others can even compete. It´s not flashy like the others, or bleary – your window gives of this nice, quiet light. ↗

— Banana Yoshimoto

#love #window #love

I know you loved her, but it's okay to let it go now. You know that, don't you? You've got to be able to let it go. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#let-go #move-on #love

All men love to talk about themselves, even the ones who are completely buggers. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#chimera #love

I spent the next fifteen minutes convincing a crying werewolf that I wasn’t going to hurt her. My life was getting too strange, even for me. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#humor #humor

Love mattered, in the end. A house without love would always fall, maybe not today or tomorrow, but in the end without love nothing could endure. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#love #vampire-hunter #love

This is what it means to be loved... when someone wants to touch you, to be tender... ↗

— Banana Yoshimoto

#love #tenderness #the-lake #touch #love

I laid my hand on top of theirs, and all I could think was, Is this how revolutions begin? Not with a proclamation or a riot, but with a few people in a room somewhere with their hands clasped and a purpose. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#revolution

Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go? ↗

— John B. Tabb

#fall #foliage #leaves #snow #snowflakes

In chains and darkness, wherefore should I stay, And mourn in prison, while I keep the key. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#riquiem #mourning