#marc

Just remember that you're on my list, Marcone. Soon as I get done with all the other evils in this town, you won't be the lesser of them anymore." Marcone stared at me with half-lidded eyes and said, "Eek. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#humor #johnnie-marcone #sarcasm #change

I don't hate it. It does no good to hate something you can't change. ↗

— Rachel Vincent

#change

Celia." he says without looking up at her, "why do we wind our watch?" "Because everything requires energy," she recites obediently, eyes still focused on her hand. "We must put effort and energy into anything we wish to change. ↗

— Erin Morgenstern

#erin-morgenstern #marco-celia #the-night-circus #change

Hey, Dorkangelo, change of plans. Take the next right. ↗

— Pamela Clare Naked Edge

#change

Sometimes I get depressed about my age. In March I’ll be 26. If man weren’t measured in numbers, but rather letters, I’d be turning Z. And then I’d be dead. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#dead #death #depressed #funny #letters

I wrote this life in pencil so I could always make a change ↗

— Marc D Brown

#words-of-marc-d-brown #wordsofmdbrown #change

Accepting what people are, what they can't change and loving them with every part of yourself anyway. That's what love is about." He glared at Elaine. "You take that away from him, you make him believe that kind of love doesn't exist…It would be better for you to shoot him rather than destroy him inch by inch, year after year. If you do that, you're not saving his soul, you're killing it. If you'd look into his eyes for once, you'll see it. How we love is our soul. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#thomas #change

I said to the doctor, who was with us daily. 'He's got a wonderful will to live, hasn't he?' 'Would you put it like that? I should say a great fear of death.' 'Is there a difference?' 'Oh dear, yes. He doesn't derive any strength from his fear, you know. It's wearing him out. ↗

— Evelyn Waugh

#marchmain #death

When the commonplace "We must all die" tranfors itself suddenly into the acute consciousness "I must die - and soon," then death grapples us, and his fingers are cruel; afterwards, he may come to fold us in his arms as our mother did, and our last moment of dim earthly discerning may be like the first. ↗

— George Eliot

#death

Don’t start. I saw Marcie climb inside your Jeep.” “She needed a ride.” I adopted a hands-on-hips pose. “What kind of ride?” “Not that kind of ride,” he said slowly. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#marcie #nora #patch #dreams