#mr

I feel as though whenever I create something, my Mr. Hyde wakes up in the middle of the night and starts thrashing it. I sometimes love it the next morning, but other times it is an abomination. ↗

— Criss Jami

#artists #creativity #dr-jekyll #dr-jekyll-and-mr-hyde #genius

People like to think the worst. They like to have hushed gossip sessions and point their fingers at someone's problems that are more obvious than their own. ↗

— Marcia Lynn McClure

#marcia-lynn-mcclure #mrs-wilburn #problems #the-heavenly-surrender #gossip

The first rule of Evernight is that any vampire who seeks sanctuary must be given a place." -Charity ↗

— Claudia Gray

#mrs-bethany #stargazer #charity

I love walking in the rain because no one can see me crying ↗

— Rowan Atkinson

#mr-bean #rain #sad #sadness #love

Yes...and I'm worried that if you get into the habit of making out with your instructors, you'll wind up making out with him too." "Don't be sexist. They could find me a female instructor." "In that case, you have my permission to make out with her as long as I can watch. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-and-jace #humor #mrotal-instruments #romantic #humor

What are you doing?" "Ya!" said Jane, whirling around, her hands held up menacingly. It was Mr. Nobley with coat, hat, and cane, watching her with wide eyes. Jane took several quick (but oh so casual) steps away from Martin's window. "Um, did I just say, 'Ya'?" "You just said 'Ya,'" he confirmed. "If I am not mistaken, it was a battle cry, warning that you were about to attack me. I, uh..." She stopped to laugh. "I wasn't aware until this precise and awkward moment that when startled in a startled in a strange place, my instincts would have me pretend to be a ninja. ↗

— Shannon Hale

#jane #mr-nobley #ninja #humor

Yes, vanity is a weakness indeed. But pride - where there is a real superiority of mind, pride will be always under good regulation. ↗

— Jane Austen

#mr-darcy #pride #humor

Nobody's happy. What's happy? Happiness is over when the lights come on." The older woman poured herself a glass of sangria. "Screw that," she said quietly. "What?" "Screw that. Wash your mouth out. Who taught you that half-assed existential drivel? ↗

— Armistead Maupin

#existentialism

That's when I hear the scream. So full of fear and pain it ices my blood. And so familiar. I drop the spile, forget where I am or what lies ahead, only know I must reach her, protect her. I run wildly in the direction of the voice, heedless of danger, ripping through vines and branches, through anything that keeps me from reaching her. From reaching my little sister. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss-everdeen #primrose-everdeen #suzanne-collions #the-hunger-games #trilogy

She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me, and I am in no humor at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men. ↗

— Jane Austen

#love #mr-darcy #humor