#words

We need knew knights, but without swords. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #knights #literature #literature-quotes #philosophy

A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#echo #hidden #lexicon #lexicons #literature

Why bother with a cunning plan when a simple one will do? ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#words-to-live-by #humor

Writers often torture themselves trying to get the words right. Sometimes you must lower your expectations and just finish it. ↗

— Don Roff

#finishing #revising #tips #tips-on-writing #torture

I like the word clandestine. It feels medieval. Sometimes I think of words as being alive. If clandestine were alive, it would be a pale little girl with hair the color of fall leaves and a dress as white as the moon. ↗

— Carol Rifka Brunt

#home

Now would you do me a favor?' From somewhere inside me came this devastating assault to make me cry. But I withstood. I would not cry. I would merely indicate to Jennifer - by the affirmative nodding of my head - that I would be happy to do her any favor whatsoever. 'Would you please hold me very tight?' she asked. I put my hand on her forearm - Christ, so thin - and gave it a little squeeze. 'No, Oliver,' she said, 'really hold me. Next to me.'I was very, very careful - of the tubes and things - as I got onto the bed with her and put my arms around her. 'Thanks, Ollie.' Those were her last words. ↗

— Erich Segal

#love

Poison!" Grover yelped. "Don't let those things touch you or..." "Or we'll die?" I guessed. "Well...after you shrivel slowly to dust, yes." "Let's avoid the swords," I decided. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#humor #poison #shrivel #swords #humor

The keeping of lists was for November an exercise kin to repeating of a rosary. She considered it neither obsessive nor compulsive, but a ritual, an essential ordering of the world into tall, thin jars containing perfect nouns. Enough nouns connected one to the other create a verb, and verbs had created everything, had skittered across the face of the void like pebbles across a frozen pond. She had not created a verb herself, but the cherry-wood cabinet in the hall contained book after book, jar after jar, vessel upon vessel, all brown as branches, and she had faith. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#lists #words #writing #faith

sometimes every word i write is 'love' but the letters are rearranged, the sounds are different. all the words are red. ↗

— Zoe Trope

#love

In love, as in life, one misheard word can be tremendously important. If you tell someone you love them, for instance, you must be absolutely certain that they have replied "I love you back" and not "I love your back" before you continue the conversation. ↗

— Lemony Snicket

#life #love #misheard-words #humor