#risa

[...] every time he forces himself to think before acting, it's her voice in his head telling him to slow down. He wants to tell her, but she's always so busy in the medical jet—and you don't just go to somebody and say, "I'm a better person because you're in my head. ↗

— Neal Shusterman

#risa #unwind #business

She couldn't turn away from the eyes that held her. Eyes as deep, as Dark as the night, yet there was something that sparked with warmth, that kept those eyes from being cold. ↗

— Lora Leigh

#lora-leigh #love-at-first-sight #lovers #micah #risa

So the first thing that went on was to decide... trying to find a time when we could get reprisal raids out. ↗

— James Stockdale

#decide #find #first #first thing #get

They meet in the girls' bathroom. The last time they were forced to meet in a place like this, they took separate, isolated stalls. Now they share one. They hold each other in the tight space, making no excuses for it. There's no time left in their lives for games, or for awkwardness, or for pretending they don't care about each others, and so they kiss as if they've done it forever. As if it is as crucial as the need for oxygen. ↗

— Neal Shusterman

#kiss #risa #separation

He was endowed with the extraordinary powers of endurance characteristic of madmen and simpletons. ↗

— Vasily Grossman

#life

Since philosophy now criticizes everything it comes across, a critique of philosophy would be nothing less than a just reprisal. ↗

— Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel

#comes #criticizes #critique #everything #just

A reprisal of this magnitude... has never been carried out before. I paced back and forth in my room perplexed and completely depressed, feeling helpless. ↗

— Moshe Sharett

#been #before #carried #completely #depressed

How many kids are in the Graveyard?" "A bunch." "Who sends your supplies?" "George Washington. Or is it Abraham Lincoln? I forget." "How often do you receive new arrivals?" "About as often as you beat your wife. ↗

— Neal Shusterman

#humorous #risa-ward #sarcasm #sarcastic #snark

Sonreí y ofrecí mi mejor cara de idiota. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#idiota #sonrisa #humor

She looked around the room, glanced over him and Micah waited. Her Gaze passed him, then again. On the third pass she lingered as she continued to watch her, allowing his gaze to memorize those features just before her eyes met his. A jolt od power flashed through him. Her ligth blue eyes flickered with interest, fear, then interest again, as though she wasn't certain which she should feel. He let his gaze continue to hers, let his mind reach out to her, soothe her, ease her. He used his eyes rather than his expression to calm the fear that he knew he would be rising within her. Micah knew the power of a look. When two people touched from across a distance, that touch could be frightening, wary, or a stroke of gentleness. He stroked her gently. He never let his eyes dip below her chin; rather, he let himself take in every nuance of expression, every shift of each facial motion, the flicker of her lashes, the shadows in her eyes, the tension in her small body. She was like a little bird ready to fly. Poised at the edge of her seat.her body stiff and prepared to run. Easy, little bird, he thought, letting his thoughts touch his gaze. There is no pain here; there is no fear. ↗

— Lora Leigh

#fear #lora-leigh #love-at-first-sight #micah #risa