#rush

Are you aware that rushing toward a goal is a sublimated death wish? It's no coincidence we call them 'deadlines. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#goals #rushing #death

Not so long ago we were all a tightly knit group of friends. Too bad someone had ripped apart the stitches that held us together, unraveling the cozy blanket of our friendship and leaving just enough strands to hang ourselves with. ↗

— E.J. Stevens

#friendship #paranormal #spirit-guide-series #teen #young-adult

My heart, always so strong in the past, was like the fishnet stockings that clung to my legs—torn, shredded, and full of gaping holes. ↗

— E.J. Stevens

#paranormal #spirit-guide-series #teen #ya #young-adult

Get busy with the issue! In this regard, time is not friendly…nor should it be. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#friend #friendly #hurry #issue #matter

...his monstrous dreams, peopled by ape-like creatures and by harlots with gleaming jewel eyes.. ↗

— James Joyce

#wonderful-imagery #dreams

I won’t forget it,” I said. “I hope you meet someone perfect one day.” “Ha…yeah, that’s just it. I think I already did.” As we opened our doors to step out, he touched my arm. “Just to be clear, if I, like, leaned over and whispered your name in your ear, still nothing? ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#crushes #dating #glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school

I stared you chew down your Swedish meatballs. I hope you could see how you chewed my heart then spit it out ↗

— Noor Iskandar

#food #secret #food

People appear like angels until you hear them speak. You must not rush to judge people by the colour of their cloaks, but by the content of their words! ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#cloaks #colour #content #crocodile-tears #deception

What If I still want to go?" "Then you'll go," he said. "But I wanted you to know the danger." "There's always danger." His green eyes met mine. I was starting to see It, how It could happen-Caleb and me. ↗

— Anna Carey

#friendship #love #sci-fi #teen-fiction #friendship

Jerusha leaned forward watching with curiosity - and a touch of wistfulness - the stream of carriages and automobiles that rolled out of the asylum gates. In imagination she followed first one equipage, then another, to the big houses dotted along the hillside. She pictured herself in a fur coat and a velvet hat trimmed with feathers leaning back in the seat and nonchalantly murmuring "Home" to the driver. But on the door-sill of her home the picture grew blurred. ↗

— Jean Webster

#orphans #imagination