#lab

At the end of the universe you’ll find a door labeled “Do Not Enter.” No great mysteries are hidden there—it’s just a supplies closet.
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— Jarod Kintz

#label #mystery #science #universe #science

He was lying in bed with the woman he loved . . . a woman he couldn't make love to. He closed his eyes. More than any­thing in this world, he wanted this woman to be happy. He'd give her anything, do anything to make her happy. Even if it made his own life hell. ↗

— Lorraine Heath

#lorraine-heath #sweet-lullaby #life

Today, if you pay a[n US] dollar for a pound of apples in the supermarketm only about six cents covers the farmwork used to get it there; (...) ↗

— Tracie McMillan

#food #systemic-devaluation-of-labour #food

You are a manipulator. I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#comedy #dark #euphemism #label #manipulation

Whoever thought a tiny candy bar should be called fun size was a moron. ↗

— Glenn Beck

#food #labels #food

You were totally unprepared for her ↗

— Richelle Mead

#uncontrollable #love

Success for a woman means absolute surrender, in whatever direction. Whether she paints a picture, or loves a man, there is no division of labor possible in her economy. To the attainment of any end worth living for, a symmetrical sacrifice of her nature is compulsory upon her. ↗

— Elizabeth Stuart Phelps

#sacrifice #success #woman #love

Lissa lowered her voice and added, "I might not even go to school anyway. I might defer and join the Peace Corps and go to Africa and shave my head and dig latrines." "Shave your head?" I said, because, really, this was the most ludicrous part of the whole thing. "You? Do you have any idea how ugly most people's bare heads are? They've got all kinds of bumps, Lissa. And you won't know until it's too late and you're flat-out bald. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#humor #lissa #remy #sarah-dessen #this-lullaby

But God!Who could live like this , anyway, with the kind of guesswork that was enough to make a person crazy, just sailing along, taking bumps here and there, no course navigated whatsoever, with any big wave capable of just tipping and sinking you entirely. IT was madness, stipidity, and- (then I saw him) ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#this-lullaby #love

Dizzy love turned a star lily pink, And hung above our lids too flushed to blink, But icy blue froze the fairytale cold, Though I treasured you and you sparkled with someone to hold. ↗

— Owl City

#owl-city #love