#mac

People are more difficult to work with than machines. And when you break a person, he can't be fixed. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#people #work

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. (Act 4, Scene 1) ↗

— William Shakespeare

#macbeth #acting

I couldn‘t tell the difference between the two of you anymore!" he roared. I smashed my fist into his face. Lies roll off us. It‘s the truths we work hardest to silence. Then you weren‘t looking hard enough! I‘m the one with boobs!" I know you‘re the one with boobs!They‘re in my fucking face every fucking time I turn around! ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#bloodfever #karen-marie-moning #mac #different

I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds; they repair the broken skin. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#lauren-oliver #broken

Don't hit at all if it is honorably possible to avoid hitting; but never hit soft! ↗

— Theodore Roosevelt

#preparedness #strategy #honor

The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were trouble." "Ditto." "I wanted to drag you between the shelves, fuck you senseless, and send you home." "If you'd done that, I never would have left." "You're still here anyway." "You don't have to sound so sour about it." "You're upsetting my entire existence." "Fine, I'll leave." "Try and I'll chain you up. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mackayla #trouble

It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;—it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others. ↗

— Jane Austen

#intimacy #marianne-dashwood #openness #opportunity #self-disclosure

Ancient eyes had stared at me, filled with ancient grief. And something more. Something so alien and unexpected that I'd almost burst into tears. I'd seen many things in his eyes in the time that I'd known him: lust, amusement, sympathy, mockery, caution, fury. But I had never seen this. Hope. Jericho Barrons had hope, and I was the reason for it. I would never forget his smile. It had illuminated him from the inside out. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac #unexpected

Diplomacy and virtue do not make easy companions. ↗

— Iain Pears

#politics #virtue #dreams

Burns from dropped matches, Ms. Lane? Matches one might have dropped while flirting with a pernicious Fae, Ms. Lane? Have you any idea the value of this rug?” I didn’t think his nostrils could flare any wider. His eyes were black flame. “Pernicious? Good grief, is English your second language? Third?” Only someone who’d learned English from a dictionary would use such a word. “Fifth,” he snarled. “Answer me. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#bloodfever #mac #english