#lib

To prevent the weaker members of the community from being preyed upon by innumerable vultures, it was needful that there should be an animal of prey stronger than the rest, commissioned to keep them down. But as the king of vultures would be no less bent upon preying upon the flock than any of the minor harpies, it was indispensable to be in a perpetual attitude of defense against his beak and claws. ↗

— John Stuart Mill

#attitude

I suspect he's sweet on Sophie and doesn't like to see her work too hard.' Tessa was glad to hear it. She'd felt awful about her reaction to Sophie's scar, and the thought that Sophie had a male admirer - and a handsome one like that- eased her conscience slightly. 'Perhaps he's in love with Agatha', she said. 'I hope not. I intend to marry Agatha myself. She may be a thousand years old, but she makes an incomparable jam tart. Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-angel #glib #humorous #infenal-devices #jam

What is the opposite of two? A lonely me and a lonely you. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#ricard-wilber #the-gatlin-county-library #beauty

I've heard it said that God is in the details. It's the same with the truth. Leave out the details, the crucial heart, and you can damn someone with the bare bones of it. ↗

— Libba Bray

#details #gemma-doyle #libba-bray #truth #beauty

Most liberal democracies don't try to figure out what the truth is. ↗

— Alan Dershowitz

#figure #liberal #most #out #truth

I'm an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share. ↗

— Libba Bray

#gemma-doyle #individuality #libba-bray #quirks #uniqueness

If truth is beauty, how come no one has their hair done in the library? ↗

— Lily Tomlin

#beauty #come #done #hair #how

I don't have time to feel sorry for myself. I've got to think. ↗

— Libba Bray

#gemma-doyle #libba-bray #thinking #using-your-brain #beauty

Brought to you by The Corporation: In your homes and in your pants. ↗

— Libba Bray

#libba-bray #queen #beauty

Steadily, the room shrank, till the book thief could touch the shelves within a few small steps. She ran the back of her hand along the first shelf, listening to the shuffle of her fingernails gliding across the spinal cord of each book. It sounded like an instrument, or the notes of running feet. She used both hands. She raced them. One shelf against the other. And she laughed. Her voice was sprawled out, high in her throat, and when she eventually stopped and stood in the middle of the room, she spent many minutes looking from the shelves to her fingers and back again. How many books had she touched? How many had she felt? She walked over and did it again, this time much slower, with her hand facing forward, allowing the dough of her palm to feel the small hurdle of each book. It felt like magic, like beauty, as bright lines of light shone down from a chandelier. Several times, she almost pulled a title from its place but didn't dare disturb them. They were too perfect. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#library #beauty