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quote 2018-08-17 11:30
The world stopped.
It didn't spin and the earth didn't move. Javon was entirely sure about that. It simply stopped. The sound from the movie, the action of the screen to the right, that had been distracting and out the corner of his eye, was all gone. Rook, Vito and Digby disappeared and the entire world whittled down to Tracy. Tracy's lips moving. Tracy's voice saying those words. Tracy. Tracy. Tracy.
Javon grabbed the arm closest to him and fell forward to rest his forehead against a strong shoulder. Now the world was spinning. Moving so fast that he felt like throwing up.

The Bright Side Brigade, by Elaine White

 

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quote 2018-08-10 11:30
“What are you thinking?” he asked softly, trying not to break the spell of comfort that surrounded them.
Rory turned his head and smiled. “Nothing. And I kind of like it,” he confessed in a near whisper, “it's like I'm surrounded by you, in all the ways that I could ever want. You're right here, beside me, and I can feel your heat. I can hear your breath, and feel it when you look at me; I can feel every move you make and it's like...like we're the same. One heart, one soul, one breath.”
There he was; his romantic Rory, fighting through all his insecurities and fears to say something utterly beautiful.

Never Let Me Go, by Elaine White

Source: smarturl.it/NeverLetMeGo.TBR
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quote 2018-08-09 05:34
“Come here, little girl. I know what you want, little girl.” It was a rustling voice, scratchy and dry. It made Coraline think of some kind of enormous dead insect. Which was silly, she knew. How could a dead thing, especially a dead insect, have a voice?

She walked through several rooms with low, slanting ceilings until she came to the final room. It was a bedroom, and the other crazy old man upstairs sat at the far end of the room, in the near darkness, bundled up in his coat and hat.

As Coraline entered he began to talk. “Nothing’s changed, little girl,” he said, his voice sounding like the noise dry leaves make as they rustle across a pavement. “And what if you do everything you swore you would? What then? Nothing’s changed. You’ll go home. You’ll be bored. You’ll be ignored. No one will listen to you, not really listen to you. You’re too clever and too quiet for them to understand. They don’t even get your name right.

“Stay here with us,” said the voice from the figure at the end of the room. “We will listen to you and play with you and laugh with you. Your other mother will build whole worlds for you to explore, and tear them down every night when you are done. Every day will be better and brighter than the one that went before. Remember the toy box? How much better would a world be built just like that, and all for you?”

“And will there be gray, wet days where I just don’t know what to do and there’s nothing to read or to watch and nowhere to go and the day drags on forever?” asked Coraline.

From the shadows, the man said, “Never.”

“And will there be awful meals, with food made from recipes, with garlic and tarragon and broad beans in?” asked Coraline.

“Every meal will be a thing of joy,” whispered the voice from under the old man’s hat. “Nothing will pass your lips that does not entirely delight you.”

“And could I have Day-Glo green gloves to wear, and yellow Wellington boots in the shape of frogs?” asked Coraline.

“Frogs, ducks, rhinos, octopuses—whatever you desire. The world will be built new for you every morning. If you stay here, you can have whatever you want.”

Coraline sighed. “You really don’t understand, do you?” she said. “I don’t want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted? Just like that, and it didn’t mean anything. What then?”

“I don’t understand,” said the whispery voice.

“Of course you don’t understand,” she said, raising the stone with the hole in it to her eye. “You’re just a bad copy she made of the crazy old man upstairs.”
Coraline - Neil Gaiman,Dave McKean

I'm currently re-reading this book (I got Scribd back again!!) and I came to this scene. It really is true what Coraline says and I think we forget that. Also just because you might get everything you want... that doesn't equal happiness.

 

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[This bit of wisdom from a Children's book (though I believe no matter your age, you should be able to read any book/books shouldn't have age limits) Coraline by Neil Gaiman.]

 

 

 

*Not sponsored:(I'm nobody) For those who don't know, Scribd is an ebook and audiobook subscription service. I really like it! They don't have the largest catalog, but enough to make the price worth it. $8.99 a month, and I think they might have a free trial. Heck, if you read or listen to one book, I believe you got your money's worth. Scribd's worldwide! You'll be able to access Scribd in any country unless local service providers or authorities have blocked it. Please note: not every title is available in every country.

 

Sharing this, because I wish I had known about it sooner!

Source: www.goodreads.com/book/show/17061.Coraline
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quote 2018-08-03 11:30
“Please,” Rory whispered. “I can't take much more of this,” he said, leaning in to kiss him, briefly. “I'm miserable without you, Bradley.” He ran his hands up his chest and weaved long fingers through his hair, as he nudged their noses. “I'm sorry for everything. All I wanted was for you to love me, openly. I don't understand this fierce protection of your privacy and I'm sorry for that,” he continued, rambling and kissing him lightly.
“I'm sorry I never listened when I should have. When it mattered. I'm sorry I was so heartbroken over losing you that I couldn't open your letter, until you told me you loved me four and a half weeks ago,” he muttered to himself. “That's why I read it to you. Because I opened it, for the first time, the night you stood in this parking lot, screaming that you loved me,” he admitted, turning his head to kiss his cheek.
Bradley was stunned into silence. He didn't have the first clue what to say or how to react.
“I don't want to wait another twelve years,” Rory whispered desperately, kissing his lips. This time, he responded, losing all of his fight at the tender contact. “I've wasted enough time. You're right; I never listened, because I was too scared. I was terrified you were going to say that you'd had another baby before me, that you'd find another one after me,” he confessed quietly, kissing his lips.
“Why didn't you trust me?” Bradley asked, deflated and unable to fight any longer. He just stood there, scared to walk away and scared to move forward.
“Because you mean more to me than anyone else.” Rory smiled and framed his face in both hands. “I could believe anyone but you. You're perfect, why would you ever want me?” he asked.

The One That Got Away, by Elaine White

Source: smarturl.it/TOTGA.EW
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quote 2018-08-02 00:24
Jethro has brown hair and true hazel eyes—though sometimes they look almost gray. He’s the oldest and the most likely to give you a sweet smile while he steals your car and/or wallet.
Billy is the second oldest. His hair is a darker brown and his eyes are a bright, startling blue. He’s the most serious and responsible (and incidentally the worst tempered) of the bunch.

Next comes Cletus, number three; shortest, brown beard, olive green eyes. You can tell him apart from Jethro because he doesn’t smile often and his beard is longer. Instead of stealing your car, he’s more likely to take apart your toaster and tell you how it works. And he’s always been a little…odd. Sweet, but odd. As an example, he’d started attending my first period advanced placement calculus class two months ago. Apparently, he’d talked to my principal and had been cleared to sit in for the rest of the year. Ashley is number four. She’s the girl and looks just like a beauty contestant version of Billy.

Then the identical twins—Beau and Duane—with their red beards and blue eyes. Good luck telling them apart if they don’t talk; but if they do, Beau’s the friendly one. Last but not least is Roscoe. He’s a mixture of Jethro and Billy—big smiles that hide a more serious nature. He’s also a huge and indiscriminant flirt (or at least he was when I last knew him).
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