#lass

This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds. ↗

— Aberjhani

#famous-quotes #famous-quotes-from-classic-books #love #relationships #romance

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace. ↗

— Aberjhani

#angels #famous-quotes-from-classic-books #grace #haiku #haikus

And yet he was in the right! They were wrong and he was right. The obvious, the silly, and the true had got to be defended. Truisms are true, hold on to that! The solid world exists, its laws do not change. Stones are hard, water is wet, objects unsupported fall towards the earth’s centre ↗

— George Orwell

#fiction-novel #philosophical #truth #change

Hearing my brother’s words coming out of Henry, this stranger in a strange town, made me feel wild with all the loss—wild and wired with no place to put those feelings. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#glass-girl #grief #henry-whitmire #laura-anderson-kurk #meg-kavanagh

Fine, she wouldn't mind if Kaltain and Perrington met horrible deaths, but Dorian would be there. And Chaol. ↗

— Sarah J. Maas

#death

It's about a young girl who will stop at nothing to be the valedictorian of her class. It's very dark and very wicked, but it's got a great part for a kid, and a great part for an older woman. ↗

— Kevin Williamson

#class #dark #girl #got #great

But now, as it is, sorrows, unending sorrows must surge within your heart as well—for your own son’s death. Never again will you embrace him stiding home. My spirit rebels—I’ve lost the will to live, to take my stand in the world of men— ↗

— Homer

#death #greece #sorrow #death

And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself—more birds than women flocking round his body! ↗

— Homer

#death #greece #grief #mourning #death

Suffering engenders passion; and while the prosperous blind themselves, or go to sleep, the hatred of the unfortunate classes kindles its torch at some sullen or ill-constituted mind, which is dreaming in a corner, and sets to work to examine society. The examination of hatred is a terrible thing. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#dreams

...nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose... ↗

— Mary Shelley

#education #education