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Read through the most famous quotes by topic #richelle
Home is where 'I know you', 'I accept you', 'I forgive you', and 'I love you' are most likely to be heard. ↗
Wow. What'd he do to deserve that? Rescue orphans from a burning building? If so, you might want to make sure he didn't set the building on fire in the first place. ↗
#funny #richelle-mead #rose #funny
Don't underestimate the power of friendship. Those bonds are tight stitches that close up the holes you might otherwise fall through. ↗
Authors always carry a means for scribbling and an excuse for pausing, often inopportunely, to record those fleeting sparks of creative fancy that might otherwise vanish like a wisp in the wind if ignored. Writing is a jealous and needy lover. ↗
Life, unfortunately, doesn't seem to care what we want. ↗
#last-sacrifice #life #richelle-mead #sonya-karp #vampire-academy
Real? Real depends upon your perspective, Annabelle. People never see life exactly the same way. The world is what you think it is. ↗
I've a habit of placing a happy-face or a frowny-face on my calendar, depending on what kind of day I've had. Often I slap a droopy circle in the box, discouraged by the things I failed to accomplish and the unpleasant encounters endured. But then, invariably, a wise muse stops to ask me these three questions: Did your children let you hug them today? Yes. Did you do a kind deed for someone? Anyone? Yes. Did God forsake you today? No. Then, my dear, despite your challenges, it was a good day after all. And, standing corrected, I twist that frowny-face upside down and smile. ↗
Life isn't a lazy cruise on some endless, calm and temperate sea. Life is a raging ocean with swells and tidal waves that wreck and sink your boat. Life is a series of storms―overcast skies, fierce winds, and pelting rain. You were meant to be immersed in it all―first to float, then swim, and eventually to walk on water. ↗
Why is it we must suffer the loss of something so dear before we realize what a treasure we had? Why must the sun be darkened before we feel how genuinely impossible it is to live without its warmth? Why within the misery of absence does love grow by such bounds? Why must life be this way? It is a strange existence where such suffering makes us far better people. ↗
Seth was a wonderful kisser. He gave the kind of kisses that melted into your mouth and filled you with sweetness. They were like cotton candy. ↗
