#hai

The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace. ↗

— Aberjhani

#fear #fearlessness #haiku #meditation #national-poetry-month

She seemed to soften at that, but then she asked, "Has anything really changed?" "I've learned I need to consult you in matters, lest you decapitate me. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#iad #lothaire #change

A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life. ↗

— Coco Chanel

#haircut #woman #women #change

I'm such a blonde. It just doesn't make sense for me to have dark hair. ↗

— Jessica Simpson

#dark #dark hair #hair #i #just

Man doeth this and doeth that from the good or evil of his heart; but he knows not to what end his sense doth prompt him; for when he strikes he is blind to where the blow shall fall, nor can he count the airy threads that weave the web of circumstance. Good and evil, love and hate, night and day, sweet and bitter, man and woman, heaven above and the earth beneath--all those things are needful, one to the other, and who knows the end of each? ↗

— H. Rider Haggard

#cause-and-effect #chain-of-events #chance #change #choice

I think the International Criminal Court could be a threat to American security interests, because the prosecutor of the court has enormous discretion in going after war crimes. And the way the Statute of Rome is written, responsibility for war crimes can be taken all the way up the chain of command. ↗

— John Bolton

#american #because #chain #command #could

He wanted you dead, now he doesn't, I don't know why. Chimera's crazy, he doesn't need a reason to change his mind. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#bacchus #chimera #narcissus-in-chains #change

I have the impression that if the "armchair generals" arguers got their way and asked only war veterans what to do about Saddam Hussein, there would have been a rather abrupt "regime change" in Iraq long before now. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#chicken-hawks #change

He just lingers long enough to see his plane put to bed properly, then grabs a cab at the airport-gate. "The Settlement" and forgetting that he's not inland any more, that Shanghai's snappier than Chicago, "Chop-chop." "Sure, Mike," grins the slant-eyed driver. "Hop in." A change has come over the city since he went away, he can feel that the minute they hit the outskirts, clear the congested native sections, and cross the bridge into the Settlement. Shanghai is already tuning-up for its oncoming doom, without knowing it. A city dancing on the brink of the grave. There's an electric tension in the air, the place never seemed so gay, so hectic, as tonight; the roads opening off the Bund a welter of blinking, flashing neon lights, in ideographs and Latin letters alike, as far as the eye can see. Traffic hopelessly snarled at every crossing, cops piping on their whistles, packed sidewalks, the blare of saxophones coming from taxi-dance mills, and overhead the feverish oriental stars competing with inter-crossed searchlight beams from some warships or other on the Whang-poo. Just about the right town and the right night to have fifteen thousand bucks in, all at one time. ("Jane Brown's Body") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#change

There is only one cure for grey hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#grey-hair #guillotine #humor #old-age #age