#tsa

I'm just trying to outrun a broken heart, which is nothing to sneeze at, for a broken heart breaks a person. ↗

— Sarah Hina

#sarah-hina #thatsaquote #heartbreak

No more separations. At last united, bound for life, and when this life is ended we meet again in the other world to remain together for all eternity. Yours, Yours. ↗

— Empress Alexandra of Russia

#romanov #russia #tsar #life

You know, sometimes you've got to trust the people you love. You've got to trust that if they're good people, they'll make good decisions. ↗

— Janette Rallison

#thatsaquote #trust #love

Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they'd lock us up?" All the time. ↗

— Wendy Mass

#funny #humor #jeremy-fink #jetsam #keys

I can't help wondering if love can really be blamed for the things we do to ourselves. ↗

— Don Aker

#love

But I guess you would look beatific, too, if the man you had been in love with since the fifth grade had told you that he was in love with you, too. ↗

— Meg Cabot

#teen-idol #thatsaquote #love

Katsa and Po were trying to drown each other and, judging from their hoots of laughter, enjoying it immensely. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#humor #katsa #po #humor

Your face will freeze like that, you know, Kat," Raffin said helpfully to Katsa. "Maybe I should rearrange your face, Raff," said Katsa. "I should like smaller ears," Raffin offered. "Prince Raffin has nice, handsome ears," Helda said, not looking up from her knitting. "As will his children. Your children will have no ears at all, My Lady," she said sternly to Katsa. Katsa stared back at her, flabbergasted. "I believe it's more that her ears won't have children," began Raffin, "which, you'll agree, sounds much less— ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#helda #humor #katsa #raffin #humor

Eins var algengt hjá okkur ef spurt var um líðan einhvers manns: iss hann er feitur; en það þýddi að honum liði vel, eða einsog sagt mundi vera í Danmörku, að hann væri hamingjusamur. Ef einhverjum leið illa, þá var sagt sem svo: æ það hálfsér á honum; og væri sá nær dauða en lífi sem um var rætt, þá var sagt: æ það er í er í honum einhver lurða. Ef einhver var um það bil að verða ellidauður, þá var sagt: æjá hann er hættur að bleyta smjörið. Um þann sem lá banaleguna var sagt: já hann er nú að berja nestið auminginn. Um dauðvona ungling var sagt að það liti ekki út fyrir að hann ætti að kemba hærurnar. ↗

— Halldór Laxness

#death #humour #laxness #death

When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else? ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#monster #monsters