#mit

Dimitri: "I also have a feeling your mother's going to have one ugly conversation with me." Rose: "You're about to go face down Strigoi, and my mother's the one you're scared of?" Dimitri: "She's a force to be reckoned with. Where do you think you got it from?" Rose: "It's a wonder you bother with me then." Dimitri: "You're worth it, believe me. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #rose #shadow-kiss #vampire-academy #conversation

All I'm saying is that you shouldn't stay with him for the wrong reasons, even if they are noble ones. No one owes it to someone else to be their girlfriend. It's a choice you remake every day. ↗

— Aprilynne Pike

#commitment #girlfriend #illusion

It's August, which means Congress is on recess and Mitch McConnell has shimmied back into the ocean to seek a mate. ↗

— Stephen Colbert

#mitch-mcconnell #politics #twitter #united-states #united-states-congress

I am Psmith," said the old Etonian reverently. "There is a preliminary P before the name. This, however, is silent. Like the tomb. Compare such words as ptarmigan, psalm, and phthisis. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#journalist

Inside each of us is a monster; inside each of us is a saint. The real question is which one we nurture the most, which one will smite the other. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#storytelling

We are not here to match and homogenize and agree on every point. One size of spirituality does not fit all. We are here to be our divine selves, boldly, passionately, respectfully, to the absolute best of our ability — and this, this is more than enough. ↗

— sera break

#diversity #inner-divinity #self-respect #spirituality #respect

Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an angel! ↗

— Allen Ginsberg

#eternity

You forgot my first lesson: don't hesitate. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#lessons

Man was born for society. However little He may be attached to the World, He never can wholly forget it, or bear to be wholly forgotten by it. Disgusted at the guilt or absurdity of Mankind, the Misanthrope flies from it: He resolves to become an Hermit, and buries himself in the Cavern of some gloomy Rock. While Hate inflames his bosom, possibly He may feel contented with his situation: But when his passions begin to cool; when Time has mellowed his sorrows, and healed those wounds which He bore with him to his solitude, think you that Content becomes his Companion? Ah! no, Rosario. No longer sustained by the violence of his passions, He feels all the monotony of his way of living, and his heart becomes the prey of Ennui and weariness. He looks round, and finds himself alone in the Universe: The love of society revives in his bosom, and He pants to return to that world which He has abandoned. Nature loses all her charms in his eyes: No one is near him to point out her beauties, or share in his admiration of her excellence and variety. Propped upon the fragment of some Rock, He gazes upon the tumbling waterfall with a vacant eye, He views without emotion the glory of the setting Sun. Slowly He returns to his Cell at Evening, for no one there is anxious for his arrival; He has no comfort in his solitary unsavoury meal: He throws himself upon his couch of Moss despondent and dissatisfied, and wakes only to pass a day as joyless, as monotonous as the former. ↗

— Matthew Gregory Lewis

#contentment #discontentment #hermit #hermits #hopelessness

No story sits by itself, Sometimes stories meet at corners and sometimes they cover one another completely, like stones beneath a river. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#heaven