#lis

Because Ragan is kind hearted and strong at the same time, and I know how rare that kind of man is. Because I never doubted that he loved me, and would come back. But most of all, because the moments I had with him were worth all the ones apart. ↗

— Peter V. Brett

#elissa #mery #ragan #love

She leaned forward, her gaze so intense that Helen wanted to look away. “And I love him more for it. Do you hear me? He was a good man when he went away to the Colonies. He came back an extraordinary man. So many think that bravery is a single act of valor in a field of battle—no forethought, no contemplation of the consequences. An act over in a second or a minute or two at most. What my brother has done, is doing now, is to live with his burden for years. He knows that he will spend the rest of his life with it. And he soldiers on.” She sat back in her chair, her gaze still locked with Helen’s. “That to my mind is what real bravery is.” -Sophia to Helen about Alistair. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#elizabeth-hoyt #helen #sophia #to-beguile-a-beast #life

It takes a great deal of Christianity to wipe out uncivilised Eastern instincts, such as falling in love at first sight. ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

#love

You've got to stop thinking everyone's problems can be solved by falling in love. ↗

— Melissa de la Cruz

#ingrid-beauchamp #melissa-de-la-cruz #witches-of-east-end #love

The newspaper journalists like to believe the worst; they can sell more papers that way, as one of them told me himself; for even upstanding and respectable people dearly love to read ill of others. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#journalists #media #newspapers #love

But really it says everything that’s wrong about the publishing industry, that a quarter of a million people bought and read a sex and shopping novel that wasn’t even written by one of those footballer girlfriends, and yet most of the shortlisted titles on the Orange Prize, which is an award for women writers, don’t even sell ten thousand copies. It’s just not right. ↗

— Sarra Manning

#publishers #love

Terrorism is the symptom, not the disease. Terrorism has no country. It's transnational, as global an enterprise as Coke or Pepsi or Nike. At the first sign of trouble, terrorists can pull up stakes and move their "factories" from country to country in search of a better deal. Just like the multi-nationals. Terrorism as a phenomenon may never go away. But if it is to be contained, the first step is for America to at least acknowledge that it shares the planet with other nations, with other human beings who, even if they are not on TV, have loves and griefs and stories and songs and sorrows and, for heaven's sake, rights. ↗

— Arundhati Roy (The Algebra of Infinite Justice

#terrorism #love

When she awakened, Hunter was watching her with eyes like dark velvet. "You're the last woman I'll ever make love to," he said, stroking her breast, toying with the rosy peak. She stroked his sun-streaked hair and the hard nape of his neck, loving the feel of him against her. "Good," she whispered. "Keep me with you, Lara. I don't want to leave you. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#lara #lisa-kleypas #stranger-in-my-arms #love

I was born. It was easy. My mother did all the hard work. ↗

— Katie MacAlister

#humor #macalister #humor

Satan was crouched in the corner of his office, playing a gameboy, 'Die alien scum' he was saying feverishly.. ↗

— Eoin Colfer

#the-wish-list #humor