#linger

Aren't you afraid?' 'Of what?' 'Of losing yourself.' 'That's what I'm hoping for. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#isabel #linger #mercy

The recollection of how, when and where it all happened became vague as the lingering strains hung in the rafters of the studio. I wanted to shout back at it, Maybe I didn't write you, but I found you. ↗

— Hoagy Carmichael

#became #found #happened #how #hung

It's better to burn brightly for half as long than to be a dim lingering light. ↗

— Roland Gift

#brightly #burn #dim #half #light

Music moves me - duh - and that is like having a window opening on a heightened reality, but the effect is fleeting: When the music ends, the magic, the uplifting, vanishes and the window slams shut. Words, on the other hand, by the nature of how they work, emotions evoked by dint of carefully laid out thoughts, have a more lingering effect. ↗

— Yann Martel

#dint #duh #effect #emotions #ends

They are all gone into the world of light, and I alone sit lingering here. ↗

— Henry Vaughan

#gone #here #i #into #light

Lombardi, a certain magic still lingers in the very name. It speaks of duels in the snow and November mud... He remains for many the heart of pro football, pumping hard right now. ↗

— Steve Sabol

#football #hard #heart #lingers #magic

You're not that girl,' Cole said, sounding tired. 'Trust me, I've seen enough of them to know. Look. Don't cry. You're not that girl either.' 'Oh yeah? What girl am I?' 'I'll let you know when I figure it out. Just don't cry. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#isabel #linger #maggie #stiefvater #mercy

Although Salinger had long since cut me out of his life completely and made it plain that he had nothing but contempt for me, the thought of becoming the object of his wrath was more than I felt ready to take on. ↗

— Joyce Maynard

#becoming #completely #contempt #cut #felt

What lingers from the parent's individual past, unresolved or incomplete, often becomes part of her or his irrational parenting. ↗

— Virginia Satir

#her #his #incomplete #individual #irrational

I trust the red sun setting, the leafless November trees. On Monday morning I look foward fearlessly to Friday’s eve. But humans are not as reliable as nature, as trees. I wonder if you’ll come back; I trust only that you leave. ↗

— Ellen Wittlinger

#first-love #hard-love #love