“Men did stupid things when they got romantic ideas in their heads.”
― Ronie Kendig, quote from Hawk
“Psalm 57:1--Have mercy on me, my God, have mercy on me, for in you I take refuge. I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until the disaster has passed.”
― Ronie Kendig, quote from Hawk
“Brian leaned in, hands braced on the edges of her wheelchair. "No farmers, or I'm coming in with everything I've got to save you from your own foolishness”
― Ronie Kendig, quote from Hawk
“It's not rash," she said, a fiery tone to her words. "I've waited two years for him to realize how I felt. He's just a little slow on the uptake.”
― Ronie Kendig, quote from Hawk
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“De los muchos rostros que (como todos los seres humanos) Alejandra tenía, aquél era el que más le pertenecía a Martín; o, por lo menos, el que más le había pertenecido: era la expresión profunda y un poco triste del que anhela algo que sabe, por anticipado, que es imposible; un rostro ansioso pero ya de antemano desesperanzado, como si la ansiedad (es decir, la esperanza) y la desesperanza pudieran manifestarse a la vez. Y, además, con aquella casi imperceptible pero sin embargo violenta expresión de desdén contra algo, quizá contra Dios o la humanidad entera o, más probablemente, contra ella misma. O contra todo junto. No sólo de desdén, sino de desprecio y hasta de asco.”
― Ernesto Sabato, quote from On Heroes and Tombs
“I had everything that I needed, but every morning when I woke up, it just seemed easier to stay in bed and daydream rather than to live my dream.”
― Hannah Hart, quote from Buffering: Unshared Tales of a Life Fully Loaded
“It was a movie about American bombers in World War II and the gallant men who flew them. Seen backwards by Billy, the story went like this: American planes, full of holes and wounded men and corpses took off backwards from an airfield in England. Over France, a few German fighter planes flew at them backwards, sucked bullets and shell fragments from some of the planes and crewmen. They did the same for wrecked American bombers on the ground, and those planes flew up backwards to join the formation.
The formation flew backwards over a German city that was in flames. The bombers opened their bomb bay doors, exerted a miraculous magnetism which shrunk the fires, gathered them into cylindrical steel containers , and lifted the containers into the bellies of the planes. The containers were stored neatly in racks. The Germans below had miraculous devices of their own, which were long steel tubes. They used them to suck more fragments from the crewmen and planes. But there were still a few wounded Americans though and some of the bombers were in bad repair. Over France though, German fighters came up again, made everything and everybody as good as new.
When the bombers got back to their base, the steel cylinders were taken from the racks and shipped back to the United States of America, where factories were operating night and day, dismantling the cylinders, separating the dangerous contents into minerals. Touchingly, it was mainly women who did this work. The minerals were then shipped to specialists in remote areas. It was their business to put them into the ground, to hide them cleverly, so they would never hurt anybody ever again.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, quote from Slaughterhouse-five: The Children's Crusade, A Duty-dance with Death
“Fortune-telling was quantum betting, a competitive scrying of variably likely outcomes.”
― China Miéville, quote from Kraken
“Wait!” Juliet pulls away from her father, and once again, she’s breathless and looking up at me. “Declan.”
I hold myself at a distance. The spell is broken. “Juliet.”
She closes that distance, though, and then does one better. She grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me forward. For half a second, my brain explodes because I think we’re going to have a movie moment and she’s going to kiss me. And then it’s going to be super awkward because of her father.
But no, she’s only pulling me close to whisper. Her breath is warm on my cheek, sweet and perfect.
“We were wrong,” she says. “You make your own path.”
Then she spins, grabs her father’s hand, and leaves me there in the middle of the cemetery.”
― Brigid Kemmerer, quote from Letters to the Lost
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