Sometimes I think they’re all ridiculous. There I was, a sensible person with thoughts in my head, offering a solution. And they wouldn’t listen. What aggravation, to believe I can help and yet not be allowed. -Dashti.
I wish stories were kinder to their characters,” Maddie said. “But I guess trouble is more interesting to read about.
Everyone needs a smile and a friend, whether they know it or not.-Shannon Hale.
I want to be happy. I used to want Mr. Darcy, laugh at me if you want, or the idea of him. Someone who made me feel all the time like I felt when I watched those movies.
Duty doesn’t always fit comfortably.
I held her head to my shoulder, rocking her, rubbing her back. Poor thing, I don’t think she know where to put the whole world.
You succeed because you’re willing to give everything to your craft- everything!
15. “Master Filippus believes that three disciplines define us as humans,” Miri said while they walked to the peat pits. “History, Philosophy, and Poetry. History is human memory, the examination of what came before us. Philosophy is human reason, or an attempt to make sense of what is. Poetry is human imagination, seeking to express what is, even while dreaming of what might be. History, Philosophy, and Poetry – that’s what sets humans apart from animals.
But sometimes, it’d be nice just to hold something real in your hands that felt like a measure of your worth.
I feel like a tiny bug, and the world is a hungry bird looking down at me.
Things are never lost to you; you are lost to them. If ever in need of a Thing that has lost you, simply stop hiding from it.
Each time, Jane’s heart banged, her skin chilled, and she clamped down on the distracting ache in her gut with a bowl of something naughty, like Cocoa Pebbles.
And then Rollan reached out and took her hand. His fingers were warm. Meilin had never been so aware of the beating of her heart.
The next afternoon break, Miri joined the others outside. The sun’s glare off the snow made her eyes water, but it seemed the most beautiful day Miri could remember. The sky was achingly blue. The snow that crunched under her boot spread over stone and hillock like spilled cream. The cold made the world feel clean and new, a day for beginnings.
I read that a gentleman gives a lady flowers, and I thought maybe I’m not a gentleman, but no reason not to treat you like a lady.
It’s good to cry a bit, ’cause that helps us get through the rough parts. And the winter is though, there’s no doubt. But we just hang on until spring when that ache will be all but swallowed up.
Felix can’t act his way out of a box.” “Boxes are tricky,” Felix said, frowning. “And sometimes they’re taped shut.
So I will just say it. I cannot love you as a man loves a woman. I am so sorry if I have presumed what is not true or have taken liberties with your sentiments. I hope you can forgive me.
No use leaning on someone else’s story all your life.
When thoughts aren’t sticking, are thicker than stew What is true? What to do? When strife is looming, naught brewing for you Ask anew, what to do? Peder.