#chess

Why haven't I got a husband and children?" mused Greta Garbo to the Dutchess of Windsor, "I never met a man I could marry. ↗

— Greta Garbo

#dutchess #honest #husband #man #married

Tis action moves the world....[in] the game of chess, mind that: ye cannot leave your men to stand unmoving on the board and hope to win. A soldier must first step upon the battlefield if does mean to cross it. ↗

— Susanna Kearsley

#battlefield #chess #faith #soldier #faith

When you fall in love, your heart will pound so much you won't be able to throw a mouse let alone a cow pat. I don't think I could throw a mouse now. I dislike the idea of scrabbling little feet in my palm, unless they are yours, of course. ↗

— Eloisa James

#desperate-duchess #in-love #love #mouse #love

IF her life had taught her anything, it was that you never really knew what people had going on beneath the surface. People were shit. The only difference between them and animals was people felt the need to hide it. ↗

— Stacia Kane

#downside-ghosts #truth #life

Life is more than just chess. Though king dies, life goes on. ↗

— Toba Beta

#king-dies #life-goes-on #life

I prefer to make my annotations 'hot on the heels', as it were, when the fortunes of battle, the worries, hopes and disappointments are still sufficiently fresh in my mind. Much as I would like to, I cannot say this about these few games which will be given below. In fact, if the annotator should begin to use phrases of the type: 'in reply to...I had worked out the following variation...', the reader will rightly say 'Grandmaster, you are showing off', since the 'oldest' of these games is now more than 25 years old, and even the 'newest' more than 20. Therefore, I would ask you not to regard the following 'stylised' annotations too severely. ↗

— Mikhail Tal

#humor #life

But she never thought about the way Terrible looked, at least not that way. He hadn’t been ugly to her for months; he’d gone from just being a face she was familiar with to being a face she loved to look at, a face that made her….happy. Who gave a shit what anyone else saw when they looked at him, when they saw the crooked, many times broken nose, or the scars, or the jutting brow or thick jaw and heavy muttonchops? She knew what she saw, and that was all that mattered. Knew what was behind those hard dark eyes, and wanted it more than anything. ↗

— Stacia Kane

#terrible #love

Only Uncle Pascha ignored her. He was contemplating his chessboard. She doubted that he'd move his piece today. It had been his turn for only six months. Once, he had gone three years between moves. He preferred a leisurely game. ↗

— Sarah Beth Durst

#funny #funny

Chess is the most intimate game in the world. It's like making love. By the time we finish our first slow game, I will know all his thoughts. ↗

— Eloisa James

#love

My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me. Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak. What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? I never know what you are thinking. Think. I think we are in rats' alley Where the dead men lost their bones. What is that noise? The wind under the door. What is that noise now? What is the wind doing? Nothing again nothing. Do you know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember nothing? I remember Those are pearls that were his eyes. Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head? ↗

— T. S. Eliot

#men