#sv

I attended the University of Louisville my freshman year, transferred to what was then Western Kentucky State Teachers College for my sophomore and junior years, and then graduated from the University of Louisville in the summer of 1961. ↗

— Sue Grafton

#college #freshman #freshman year #graduated #i

To be a writer is to embrace rejection as a way of life. ↗

— Dana Stabenow

#author #biographical-note #dana-stabenow #kate-shugak #liam-campbell

Galadir went to meet Morwen, across the lawn. Under sunlight, the Prince was extraordinarily beautiful. His skin was smooth and almost golden. And his eyes ... It was as if they had absorbed the light rays. They were pure honey. ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#beauty

It was an unexpected kiss and terribly poignant, because in it there wasn't a promise of love but a farewell. Morwen felt the salty tears slide down the sides of the cheeks, while her lips moved in unison with those of Galadir. The Prince was holding her close, stroking her black hair. He wanted to keep her for life. He wished that moment would last forever, but it was too late. ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#life

And since I’m going to be in the neighborhood, you thought I might do as an escort? To an orgy? ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#sookie-stackhouse #svm #true-blood #sookie-stackhouse

«If you'll choose to help your love, you'll sow death and suffering among the people with whom you live. You will be hated, you will be weak and vulnerable. And after living without a purpose, you will die. Alone, how you should have been.» ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#death

And, then, was like the first time he saw her. Everything went dark. He forgot why he was there, again. He removed what had happened the night before. There was only her, again. But this time he knew exactly what he wanted. «The truth is you don't want that I come with you because you're afraid. Afraid to fall in love with me.» ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#love

«It was an honor to meet you, my Queen.» Galadir held out his hand. In front of that gesture, Morwen's watchful expression covered her desperation. I beg you, hold my hand. May me feel for the last time your skin on mine. Galadir begging her in his thoughts. Morwen stared at the boy's hand, stretched out to her. Don't do it, don't. «Even for me,» she said simply, tightening their fingers at those of Galadir. A powerful shock is transmitted to both at the exact moment when their hands met. It was a constant flashbacks. Their first meeting. Their first glance. The dance. The first kiss. The explosion of their love that occurred in the course that night. ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#love

«The love I feel for you, Galadir, is unique. You must understand this. I love you, although I can not love. I love you, even if I am forbidden. I love you. Our bond is stronger than the other, because I'll never leave you. Because I chose you. Because you're special, because I gave to you the soul that I haven't.» Morwen smiled. «Forever, Galadir.» The Prince put his forehead on hers. «Forever.» ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#love

Jesus Christ was innocent too,' said Svejk, 'and all the same they crucified him. No one anywhere has ever worried about a man being innocent. Maul halten und weiter dienen ['Grin and bear it and get on with the job'] - as they used to tell us in the army. That's the best and finest thing of all. ↗

— Jaroslav Hašek

#inspirational #irony #svejk #inspirational