#rum

When I blow my trumpet to signal the glorious new morning, my cheeks bulge like two scoops of vanilla. ↗

— Bauvard

#funny #humor #ice-cream #trumpets #funny

Im as good as dead, but they haven't buried me yet. ↗

— Walter Moers

#rumo #walter-moers #humor

She remembered Grace telling her about Lorcan's evasiveness when she'd first joined the Noctourne-his ability to speak without saying anything, to talk in riddles. He's a conundrum, thought Cheng Li. A walking, talking conundrum ↗

— Justin Somper

#conundrum #humor #vampirates #humor

the action we take in the name of love,those are moral or immoral.and normally it wouldn't matter ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#the-mortal-instruments-series #love

Enter RUMOUR, painted full of tongues." [Stage direction, Henry IV, Part 2, Induction] ↗

— William Shakespeare

#gossip #libel #public-opinion #reputation #rumor

We may know who we are or we may not. We may be Muslims, Jews or Christians but until our hearts become the mould for every heart we will see only our differences. ↗

— Rumi

#poems #rumi #speak-to-the-heart #love

To love IS to destroy and to be loved is to be the one destroyed ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love

I like to borrow a metaphor from the great poet and mystic Rumi who talks about living like a drawing compass. One leg of the compass is static. It is fixed and rooted in a certain spot. Meanwhile, the other leg draws a huge wide circle around the first one, constantly moving. Just like that, one part of my writing is based in Istanbul. It has strong local roots. Yet at the same time the other part travels the whole wide world, feeling connected to several cities, cultures, and peoples. ↗

— Elif Shafak

#rumi #mysticism

You got secrets you better keep Take flight before she cuts you deep - Sam's song ↗

— Helen Boswell

#impiorum #mythology #songs-lyrics #urban-fantasy #wicked

To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #the-mortal-instruments #love