#lab

That's the thing about being a Labrador retriever - you were born for fun. Seldom was your loopy, freewheeling mind cluttered by contemplation, and never at all by somber worry; every day was a romp. What else could there possibly be to life? Eating was a thrill. Pissing was a treat. Shitting was a joy. And licking your own balls? Bliss. And everywhere you went were gullible humans who patted and hugged and fussed over you. ↗

— Carl Hiaasen

#labrador #retrievers #life

Wherever you will go, I will let you down, But this lullaby goes on. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#love #lullaby #song #love

I had no illusions about love anymore. It came, it went, it left casualties or it didn't. People weren't meant to be together forever, regardless of what the songs say. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#love

My father taught me to work; he did not teach me to love it. ↗

— Abraham Lincoln

#love

I'll paint you moments of gold, I'll spin you Valentine evenings... ↗

— David Bowie

#labyrinth #love #love

Mates such as they must stand by one another ↗

— Mary Grant Bruce

#billabong #friendship #inspirational #love #loyalty

If any man tells you he loves America, yet hates labor, he is a liar. If any man tells you he trusts America, yet fears labor, he is a fool. ↗

— Abraham Lincoln

#love

I joined the Army and was sent to the MIT radiation laboratory after a few months of introduction to electromagnetic wave theory in a special course, given for Army personnel at the University of Chicago. ↗

— Jack Steinberger

#army #chicago #course #electromagnetic #few

When everything was laid out before her, she felt safe, loved even. She was always trying to be more organized than she was. She knew it was weird and blamed her mother, with the lists and notes she’d leave whenever she and Dad went out of town. The labeled dinners in the freezer and the 20 emergency numbers on the phone showed she cared, even when absent, she cared. ↗

— Victoria Kahler

#lists #ocd #organization #love

He heard a soft voice calling him and turned towards it, trying to focus the vision before him. It wasn't his mother. If he weren't so tired, he would have smiled. He hadn't expected to find an angel in Hell. The angel, her image blurred, a whiteness surrounding her, would understand. The angel would know. "Why couldn't she love me?" he asked. The angel's answer was garbled. He strained to understand the words, not all his senses failed him as he slipped back into the abyss on the edge of Hell. And the angel knelt down beside the bed and wept. ↗

— Lorraine Heath

#lorriane-heath #rebecca #sweet-lullaby #love