#lor

Dear Blubbo, How is it going? It is fine here. My sisters are fine. Mom is usual. Everything is regular in life except I am still seeing the burning skull heads. Yesterday Mom took me to Sears for school clothes. I told my sisters I could see the people's head bones. They said DO NOT tell Mom. A guy moved a trailer onto the empty lot by our house. His skull is spectacular, many colors glowing. ↗

— Lynda Barry

#school-clothes #skull-heads #life

On Titan the molecules that have been raining down like manna from heaven for the last 4 billion years might still be there largely unaltered deep-frozen awaiting the chemists from Earth ↗

— Carl Sagan

#chemists #moons #planets #science #scientists

When you explore your fears then you set yourself free. ↗

— Stephen Richards

#explore-fears #fear #fearless #overcome-fear #overcome-fears

He was lying in bed with the woman he loved . . . a woman he couldn't make love to. He closed his eyes. More than any­thing in this world, he wanted this woman to be happy. He'd give her anything, do anything to make her happy. Even if it made his own life hell. ↗

— Lorraine Heath

#lorraine-heath #sweet-lullaby #life

Realize that the tests you endure will mold your character, persona, and will. The more heartbreak and pain you will feel with your trials in life, the greater your joy and glory will be once you've overcome. Not IF, not POSSIBLY, not MAYBE, but ONCE you have overcome. ↗

— J. Junior Reynolds II

#glory #heartbreak #joy #life #life-lessons

Men…” I huffed. “No guts, no glory…Do you guys stop to consider the insanity of all of it, or do you just charge ahead without a second thought?” “This from the woman who would surrender her own life without a moment’s consideration?” He had me there. ↗

— M.A. George

#paranormal-romance #life

I love you, I love you, my heart is a rose which your love has brought to bloom, my life is a desert fanned by the delicious breeze of your breath, and whose cool spring are your eyes; the imprint of your little feet makes valleys of shade for me, the odour of your hair is like myrrh, and wherever you go you exhale the perfumes of the cassia tree. Love me always, love me always. You have been the supreme, the perfect love of my life; there can be no other... ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#life

In the month and a half since the Earl of Hargate’s fourth son had arrived in Egypt, he had broken twenty-three separate laws and been jailed nine times. For what Mr. Carsington had cost the (England) consulate in fines and bribes, Mr. Salt (His Majesty's consul general) might have dismantled and shipped to England one of the smaller temples on the island of Philae. He now knew exactly why Lord Hargate had sent his twenty-nine-year-old offspring to Egypt. It was not, as his lordship had written, “to assist the consul general in his services on behalf of the nation.” It was to saddle someone else with the responsibility and expense. ↗

— Loretta Chase

#mr-impossible #rupert #england

If you ever know a man who tries to drown his sorrows, kindly inform him his sorrows know how to swim. ↗

— Pittacus Lore

#hector-ricardo #pittacus-lore #the-power-of-six #information

This is a song for a scribbled out name And my love keeps writing again and again This is a song for a scribbled out name And my love keeps writing again and again And again and again and again and again and again and again... ↗

— Florence Welch

#love