#row

When we tell our stories, the gods hear our sorrows. ↗

— Cathy Ostlere

#karma #sorrow #stories #karma

You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” He held out his hand to shake Harry’s, but Harry didn’t take it. “I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,” he said coolly. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#harry-potter #j-k-rowling #family

It was the sibling thing, I suppose. I was fascinated by the intricate tangle of love and duty and resentment that tied them together. The glances they exchanged; the complicated balance of power established over decades; the games I would never play with rules I would never fully understand. And perhaps that was key: they were such a natural group that they made me feel remarkably singular by comparison. To watch them together was to know strongly, painfully, all that I'd been missing. ↗

— Kate Morton

#love #siblings #sorrow #family

What I think was hardest for me to realize was that he had tried each time to stop himself. He had killed animals, taking lesser lives to keep from killing a child ↗

— Alice Sebold

#family #heaven #murder #pergatory #personal-growth

Look forward to the wonderment of growing up, raising a family and driving by the gas station where the popular kids now work. ↗

— Tim Dorsey

#growing-up #popularity-tim-dorsey #family

I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank. ↗

— Langston Hughes

#desperation #drowning #poetry #suicide #death

and it is hard to let go, to imagine alternatives, but you are bold with unknowing, you are ready to explore. ↗

— Terra Elan McVoy

#growth #loss #love #friendship

We teach what we need to learn. And we teach it until we get it. ↗

— Irene Tomkinson

#learning #listening #maturity #teaching #family

Nobody speaks smut to my wife and gets away with it. ↗

— Sandra Brown

#sandra-brown #family

And the pomegranates,/ like memories, are bittersweet/ as we huddle together,/ remembering just how good/ life used to be ↗

— Guadalupe Garcia McCall

#family #memories #sorrow #under-the-mesquite #family