#tar

I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up," he said. "And it is my privilege and my responsibility to ride all the way up with you," I said. ↗

— John Green

#hazel-grace #the-fault-in-our-stars #grace

What I really want to tell him is to pick up that baby of his and hold her tight, to set the moon on the edge of her crib and to hang her name up in the stars. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#fathers #moon #stars #sisters

Perhaps in the back of our minds we already understand, without all the science I've discussed, that something terribly wrong is happening. Our sustenance now comes from misery. We know that if someone offers to show us a film on how our meat is produced, it will be a horror film. We perhaps know more than we care to admit, keeping it down in the dark places of our memory-- disavowed. When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#factory-farming #meat #science #veganism #vegetarianism

If slaughterhouses had glass walls, we would all be vegetarian. ↗

— Paul McCartney

#animal-rights #animal-welfare #vegan #vegetarian #cruelty

This is your karma. You do not understand now, but you will understand later. The source of pain is within your own larger expression of being. ↗

— H. Raven Rose

#fortune #gypsy #karma #pain #tarot

I started getting letters from college in the tenth grade. ↗

— James Worthy

#getting #grade #i #letters #started

Resistance, however, is useless. (1939) ↗

— A.E. van Vogt

#science-fiction #star-trek #science

Jenn: Do you love him? Ani: Yeah, I do. Jenn: Then you can forgive him. It's not worth it to let love slip through your hands. ↗

— Cheyenne McCray

#moving-target #forgiveness

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#best #best part #end #exposition #lean

She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew. ↗

— Jerry Spinelli

#today