#norm

The trick to balance is to not make sacrificing important things become the norm. ↗

— Simon Sinek

#become #important #important things #make #norm

If you behave normally, people treat you normally. It's only when you act as if you're someone special that they feel obliged to stand on ceremony. ↗

— Victoria Wood

#behave #ceremony #feel #normally #obliged

He’s so powerful. Who knows maybe he’s advanced past eating ↗

— Priya Ardis

#coming-of-age #e-books #ebooks #fairy-tales #merlin

Plus, I happened to be a history nerd. Why else would I be interested in a guy born in the year 519? ↗

— Priya Ardis

#chick-lit #coming-of-age #e-books #ebooks #fairy-tales

You'll get fired if anyone finds out about us!" "So many rules in this century," Vane muttered. ↗

— Priya Ardis

#chick-lit #coming-of-age #e-books #ebooks #fairy-tales

Well, can you tell her that?" He looked down at his feet. "I will. I will." Guy-speak for, "I plan to keep avoiding her until she gives up. ↗

— Priya Ardis

#chick-lit #coming-of-age #e-books #ebooks #fairy-tales

My name is Arianna Morganna Brittany DuLac--you can imagine why I went by the name Ryan. ↗

— Priya Ardis

#coming-of-age #e-books #ebooks #fairy-tales #merlin

What was life has crumbled. What was form, now falls away. Mortal chains unbind and the soul s free. May you find your way to the ancestors. May you find your path to the gods. May your bravery and courage be remembers in song and story, May your parents be proud, and ma our children carry your birthright. Sleep, and wander no more. ↗

— Yasmine Galenorn

#paranormal #paranormal-romance #vampires #yasmine-galenorn #courage

It was now autumn, and I made up my mind to make, before winter set in, an excursion across Normandy, a country with which I was not acquainted. It must be borne in mind that I began with Rouen, and for a week I wandered about enthusiastic with admiration, in that picturesque town of the Middle Ages, in that veritable museum of extraordinary Gothic monuments. Well, one afternoon, somewhere about four o'clock, as I happened to be passing down an out-of-the-way by-street, in the middle of which flowed a deep river, black as ink, named the Eau de Robec, my attention wholly directed to examining the bizarre and antique physiognomy of the houses, was all of a sudden attracted by the sight of a series of shops of furniture brokers, one after the other, from door to door along the street. Ah! these second-hand brokers had well chosen their locality, these sordid old traffickers of bric-a-brac, in this fantastic alley leading up from stream of that sinister dark water, under the steep pointed overhanging gables of tiled roofs and projecting shingle eaves, where the weathercocks of the past still creaked overhead. ("Who Knows?") ↗

— Guy de Maupassant

#normandy #rouen #age

Absently, Quinn reached for the sheet to replace it over the aged mirror, but the back of his hand brushed against the cold surface and a strange shiver ran up his arm and down his spine. ~ "The Mirror ↗

— Cassie McCown

#paranormal #short-story #the-mirror #ya #age