#others

Unbelievable! You are unbelievable! First you ruin my life and then you blame it on my period! ↗

— Jane Aire

#mothers-and-daughters #life

Worried, she looks to her left at the tall Tenshi master standing next to her. Jack Devon, her mentor and her friend. The boy who has saved her life countless times, who she admires more than anyone else even if he never understands how she can put up with him. Whose chocolate brown hair reminds her of what used to be home, whose eyes are the brightest of the blue marbles she played with as a kid, and whose smirk is what makes her smile. Jack Devon, her mentor and her friend. No, scratch that—he is her brother, and her best friend. He says nothing but his eyes mutter soft words of comfort. ↗

— Hannah Nikka Bryan

#best-friend #brothers #friend #gloria #jack

Înainte, mă gândeam aproape tot timpul la soţia mea. Acum, cu cât trec zilele, soţia se întunecă parcă în minte şi mama se luminează. Ca la fântânile cu două găleţi. Una se scoboară, alta se înalţă. Acum nu se înalţă decât mama. ↗

— Marin Sorescu

#mothers-respect #life

Mothers, I believe, intoxicate us. We idolize them and take them for granted. We hate them and blame them and exalt them more thoroughly than anyone else in our lives. We sift through the evidence of their love, reassure ourselves of their affection and its biological genesis. We can steal and lie and leave and they will love us. ↗

— Megan Mayhew Bergman

#love

So I'm smoking in the house, Mother said. And Bobbie's got a dog in her room. And your son Will's got an Injun in his. So there it is, Mother said. Like it or lump it! ↗

— Tom Spanbauer

#love

The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Often, love is a tangled web of lies that only a broken heart would weave. Seldom is dishonesty the whole person, rather it's the pain. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#broken-hearts #dishonesty #growth #hearts #judgement

~“She likes my dog, doesn’t take my crap, and looks at me like I can be the kind of man Dad was. When she cooks…she wears this apron…And I love her so damn much that I have no idea how I’m suppose to wake up tomorrow and pretend like my life hasn’t just fucking ended” Marco Delucca ↗

— Marina Adair

#marco-delucca #st-helena-vineyard #summerin-napa #love

I believe if I refuse to grow old, I can stay young 'til I die. ↗

— Stephen Schwartz

#ireneryan #musical #pippin #music

Kids use words in ways that release hidden meanings, revel the history buried in sounds. They haven't forgotten that words can be more than signs, that words have magic, the power to be things, to point to themselves and materialize. With their back-formations, archaisms, their tendency to play the music in words--rhythm, rhyme, alliteration, repetition--children peel the skin from language. Words become incantatory. Open Sesame. Abracadabra. Perhaps a child will remember the word and will bring the walls tumbling down. ↗

— John Edgar Wideman

#children #language #words #music

Always respect Mother Nature. Especially when she weighs 400 pounds and is guarding her baby. ↗

— James Rollins

#mother-nature #mothers #nature