#ton

Was I just curious about what the agenda might be at a vampire summit? Did I want the attention of more undead members of society? Did I want to be known as a fangbanger, one of those humans who simply adored the walking dead? Did some corner of me long for a chance to be near Bill without seeking him out, still trying to make some emotional sense of his betrayal? Or was this about Eric? Unbeknownst to myself, was I in love with the flamboyant Viking who was so handsome, so good at making love, and so political, all atthe same time? This sounded like a promising set of problems for a soap opera season. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#bill-compton #eric-northman #sookie-stackhouse #true-blood #love

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

— William Shakespeare

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

And this is Nymphadora-" "Don't call me Nymphadora, Remus," said the young witch with a shudder. "It's Tonks." "-Nymphadora Tonks, who prefers to be known by her surname only," finished Lupin. "So would you if your fool of a mother had called you 'Nymphadora,' " muttered Tonks. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#nymphadora-tonks #remus-lupin #fool

If singing were a feeling it would be this, this light, this lifting, like laughing... ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#lauren-oliver #sam-kingston #sam

Saxton was indeed clear on things: Blay was still in love with Qhuinn— and probably always would be. “Why?” he said to his lover. “Because I want you for however long I have you. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#blay #qhuay #qhuinn-and-blay #saxton #love

Do you think it is a vain hope that one day man will find joy in noble deeds of light and mercy, rather than in the coarse pleasures he indulges in today -- gluttony, fornication, ostentation, boasting, and envious vying with his neighbor? I am certain this is not a vain hope and that the day will come soon. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#gluttony #good-deeds #hope #mercy #nobility-of-spirit

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that's the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing. Nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him if he gives too much. ↗

— Alan Paton

#alan-paton #cry-the-beloved-country #south-africa #love

It is frightfully difficult to know much about the fairies, and almost the only thing for certain is that there are fairies wherever there are children. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#children #fairies #fairy #fantasy #imagination