#peter

An unspoken rivalry threaded their relationship, in which Tiger Lily thought that if she could keep up with him, she could hold tighter to him. It didn't occur to her there was anything in which Peter would want her to fail. But sometimes, I could see that, even for him, she was too fast, too sure-footed, and didn't seem to need him quite enough. ↗

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

#peter-pan #tiger-lily #love

It was like this sometimes, and I felt I should look away, but I couldn't. I wanted to be there, having my face touched, defeating a heart like Peter's, but the next best thing was seeing it for Tiger Lily. ↗

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

#tiger-lily #tinker-bell #tinkerbell #unrequited-love #love

Because that world's gone. The world where people walked around whistling that music. All the madrigal singers in the world can't make that other one real again. It's like dinosaurs. We can put them back together perfectly, bone for bone, but we don't know what they smelled like, what kind of sounds they made, or how big they really looked standing in the grass under all those fossil fern trees. Even the sunlight must have been different, and the wind. What can bones tell you about a kind of wind that doesn't blow anymore? ↗

— Peter S. Beagle

#perspective #peter-beagle #music

He flicked off the light switch, setting the alarm system. Overhead he could hear Reno—music that could only be Japanese hip-hop, for God’s sake, and thumps and bumps. Either he had half a dozen girls up there on the floor and he was doing them one by one, or he was doing some sort of exercise. Or dancing. The thought of Reno dancing was enough to send cold shivers down Peter’s spine. He preferred the notion of an orgy. ↗

— Anne Stuart

#music

I knew it was Peter playing. I fancied he was trying to tell me something - an absurd idea, but it persisted - 'I may not be able to spell, but just you listen to this. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#embarrassment #jane-austen #jennifer-paynter #love #mary-bennet

Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#funny

if i die right now i would be an incredibly happy man, because the last thing i got to see was the most beautiful sight i could ever imagine ↗

— kirsty mosely

#nate-peters #rosy-brody #beauty

Surplus meant unnecessary. Not required. You couldn’t be a Surplus if you were needed by someone else. You couldn’t be a Surplus if you were loved. ↗

— Gemma Malley

#death #declaration #gemma #life #love

Listening over and over to the voices through a family of instruments allowed us to recognize and appreciate the dignity and uniqueness of each living thing in the meadow and forest. ↗

— Terry Tempest Williams

#listening #music #peter-the-wolf #story #voice

Stop in somebody's shadow to rest and cool down, and you are lost. No one can make anyone else happy. ↗

— Peter Deunov

#direction #empowerment #happy #inspirational #lost