#miles

and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon. ↗

— Madeline Miller

#beauty #similes #beauty

And after and for a long time to come he'd have reason to evoke the recollection of [the strangers'] smiles and to reflect upon the good will which provoked them for it had power to protect and to confer honor and to strengthen resolve and it had the power to heal men and to bring them to safety long after all other resources were exhausted. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#heal #smiles #men

Miles is... Miles; close to a force of nature, climbing up out of his own pages and escaping subordination to any opinion of mine. ↗

— Lois McMaster Bujold

#nature

I am the happiest creature in the world. Perhaps other people have said so before, but not one with such justice. I am happier even than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh. ↗

— Jane Austen

#laughter #smiles #smile

There's an epigram tacked to my office bulletin board, pinched from a magazine -- "Wanting to meet an author because you like his work is like wanting to meet a duck because you like pâté. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#disappointment #epigrams #fandom #on-writing #similes

But smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad. ↗

— Anne Brontë

#smiles #tears #tears

I'm really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what. ↗

— John Green

#alaska-young #fiction #looking-for-alaska #miles #fiction

If you smile when you are alone, then you really mean it. ↗

— Andy Rooney

#meaning #smile #smiles #loneliness

This is important! But you have to stay absolutely cool. I may be completely off-base, and panicking prematurely." "I don't think so. I think you're panicking post-maturely. In fact, if you were panicking any later it would be practically posthumously. I've been panicking for days. ↗

— Lois McMaster Bujold

#ivan #miles #vorkosigan #maturity

Vamps who are dying, or think they are, give a piercing, eardrum-bursting shriek, like the love child of a screech owl and a mountain lion on crystal meth, amplified like a seventies rock band. ↗

— Faith Hunter

#faith