#four

Every woman should have four pets in her life. A mink in her closet, a jaguar in her garage, a tiger in her bed, and a jackass who pays for everything. ↗

— Paris Hilton

#closet #every #everything #four #garage

To celebrate the Fourth of July meant something definite in those days. ↗

— Carol Ryrie Brink

#history #independence-day #past #family

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#blush #born #cale #desert #die

Tobias: I might be in love with you. I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though. Tris: That's sensible of you. We should find some paper so you can make a list or chart of something. Tobias: Maybe I'm already sure and I just don't want to frighten you. Tris: Then you should know me better. Tobias: Fine. Then I love you. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#love #love

Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m all right?” I say. “No, I’m pretty sure you’re not all right.” He shakes his head. “I’m going to ask you not to make any decisions until we’ve talked about it. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#hurt #love #tobias #tris #love

You want to stab me again, don't you?" He didn't look at all ashamed. "Think of it as testing the limits of your new abilities." I groaned. "I've created a monster." "I don't think someone who recently crawled from the grave should be throwing around labels like 'monster,'" he said, making sarcastic little air-quotes fingers. "It wasn't a grave," I sniffed. "It was a comfy four-poster. ↗

— Molly Harper

#funny #jane-jameson #molly-harper #monster #nice-girls-don-t-have-fangs

Orafoura paid me in pajamas, and I let him because the pajamas matched his plaid mustache.
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— Jarod Kintz

#funny #humor #mustache #orafoura #pajamas

The four cornerstones of character on which the structure of this nation was built are: Initiative, Imagination, Individuality and Independence. ↗

— Eddie Rickenbacker

#character #cornerstones #four #imagination #independence

Let us begin this letter, this prelude to an encounter, formally, as a declaration, in the old-fashioned way: I love you. You do not know me (although you have seen me, smiled at me). I know you (although not so well as I would like. I want to be there when your eyes flutter open in the morning, and you see me, and you smile. Surely this would be paradise enough?). So I do declare myself to you now, with pen set to paper. I declare it again: I love you. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#love #love

...Oh hours of childhood, when behind each shape more than the past appeared and what streamed out before us was not the future. We felt our bodies growing and were at times impatient to be grown up, half for the sake of those with nothing left but their grownupness. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#childhood #fourth-elegy #change