#keen

With The Simpsons you can go back to work with a keen heart. ↗

— Joe Strummer

#go #heart #keen #simpsons #the simpsons

One of my favorite stories was Black Orchid, because it was so different from all the others. I especially enjoyed dancing the Charleston. I have always been keen on dancing. ↗

— Sarah Sutton

#because #been #black #charleston #dancing

The British were keen for 30 caliber guns, did not believe in daylight bombing. American experts said 30 caliber was not enough; we had to have 50 caliber, also said daylight bombing was right provided the planes attacked in formation, with 50 caliber guns. ↗

— Stuart Symington

#american #attacked #believe #bombing #british

The grief of the keen is no personal complaint for the death of one woman over eighty years, but seems to contain the whole passionate rage that lurks somewhere in every native of the island. ↗

— John Millington Synge

#contain #death #eighty #every #grief

They forbade me from flying, despite all my protests and arguments. After being once in space, I was desperately keen to go back there. But it didn't happen. ↗

— Valentina Tereshkova

#back #being #desperately #despite #flying

I mention this fact as tending to support what I have often heard stated, namely, that a shark's sense of smell is so keen that, if men ever bathe in seas where they are found, a shark is almost sure to appear directly afterwards. ↗

— George Grey

#almost #appear #bathe #directly #ever

Can I join you at lunch?" She paused. "You have every other day." He laughed, a sound as musical as the chiming song of the lupine fey when they ran. "Yes. But you resented it every other day." "What makes you think I won't resent it today?" "Hope. It's what I live on... ↗

— Melissa Marr

#hope #keenan #wicked-lovely #love

He leaned back for a moment to tug her shirt down her arms, with the same wicked, lovley smile that had first stolen her breath years ago. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#keenan #love

You're an idiot," she whispered tearfully. Finally, he opened his eyes and stared up at her; by then, she had moved on to stroking his hair and crying. She sat beside him on the edge of the bed, trying very hard not to bump him or let her cold tears fall on his bare chest and arms. For a moment he blinked at her. Then he asked, "Are you dead too? ↗

— Melissa Marr

#keenan #love

May your sleep be your death, and your wakefulness be your heaven. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#attention #awareness #carefulness #caution #consciousness