Tag: quotes

You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.

Azar Nafisi  (via novak-fan)

aidashakur:

“imagine meeting someone who wanted to learn your past not to punish you, but to learn how you needed to be loved. Be inspired by people who don’t run away when they locate the darkness in you; who instead lean in & ask where the darkness stems from & how they can love you in the midst of it.”

ashenpages:

momentsinreading:

“My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.” –Neil Gaiman

Sometimes I feel like a selfish, useless bitch for using my life to tell stories instead of majoring in mechanical engineering or challenging sexism and brutality in the police force. Then something like this comes along and remember that while I may just be telling stories, I’m also creating comfort for people who need it, and a war cry to rally around in times of need.

Stories are really important, but the people who make them sometimes forget that. So keep telling them how much their stories have meant to you. It will give them the strength to keep telling them.

bi-genius:

inkskinned:

oh, you think it’s not love because we are only friends? you think this isn’t love? do i not miss her when she’s gone. is her smile not the thing that makes me happy. do we not sit in silence together comfortably. are we both not weird and honest and joyful with each other. am i not proud of her as if she was my blood. right now she’s on vacation and seeing her glowing with the sun makes me so happy for her. i’m sorry if you don’t have something like that; a trust that’s bone-deep, a knowing that you can go for days without speaking and still pick up the place you left off. knowing if you said “help” she’d come running as fast as the wind. but it’s love, you know. found family always is.

@mermaidhair-dontcare 💛💛💛

willa-earps:

“I know exactly. I was hiding in a takima bush in the Queen’s Garden, watching the older son of the Baron Erondites tell Attolia that he loved her. He was trying to propose a marriage and she thought he was talking about a poem he was writing. I was laughing like a very quiet fiend, trying not to make the branches around me shake, and then, between one heartbeat and the next, it wasn’t funny anymore.”

Poor Eugenides, thought Sounis, to fall in love with a woman he had already made into an enemy.

Queen’s Thief Appreciation Week (2018): Day Four – Favourite Ship: Attolia Irene & Attolis Eugenides