Ria Singh

“That message is simple: When you come to one of the many moments in life when you must give an account of yourself, provide a ledger of what you have been, and done, and meant to the world, do not, I pray, discount that you filled a dying man’s days with a sated joy, a joy unknown to me in all my prior years, a joy that does not hunger for more and more, but rests, satisfied. In this time, right now, that is an enormous thing.”
― Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

“Mr. Parnassus?” Rowder asked sweetly. “Would you care to respond to these allegations?” “Allegations,” Arthur repeated. “Yes. About the children. Are you training them?” “Beg pardon, but I think you meant to use the word ‘raising.’” “But that’s not what I said, is it?” Rowder said, smiling once more. “Again, are you training them?” “For what? Life? To be good people? To show love and acceptance even in the face of institutionalized bigotry? If that’s what you mean, then yes. I’m training them.” Sallow shifted uncomfortably. “I think what she’s asking is if you’re training these children to go to war for you.” “I wouldn’t dream of going to war with any of you,” Arthur said mildly. “It would be a battle of wits for which you are wholly unarmed.”
― T.J. Klune, Somewhere Beyond the Sea

“Na razrusha'ya. I am not ruined. E'ya razrushost. I am ruination.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

“Yes, but for men," I say, "there's no such thing as too tall."

"There isn't for women either. There's just tall women," he says, "and the men too insecure to date them.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers