#pun

He punched me. If that's his best punch, he'll be in trouble some day. ↗

— Patrick Roy

#day #his #me #punch #punched

That's the most beautiful thing that I like about boxing: you can take a punch. The biggest thing about taking a punch is your ego reacts and there's no better spiritual lesson than trying to not pay attention to your ego's reaction. ↗

— David O. Russell

#attention #beautiful #beautiful thing #better #biggest

If life is a punishment, one should wish for an end; if life is a test, one should wish it to be short. ↗

— Bernardin de Saint-Pierre

#life #paul-and-virginie #paul-et-virginie #pessimism #pessimistic

The genius of impeachment lay in the fact that it could punish the man without punishing the office. ↗

— Arthur M. Schlesinger, Jr.

#fact #genius #impeachment #lay #man

I grew up in an environment of jokes and sarcasm and puns. I talk that way, so I write that way. ↗

— Allan Sloan

#grew #i #i write #jokes #puns

Do you know, Watson," said he, "that it is one of the curses of a mind with a turn like mine that I must look at everything with reference to my own special subject. You look at these scattered houses, and you are impressed by their beauty. I look at them, and the only thought which comes to me is a feeling of their isolation and of the impunity with which crime may be committed there. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#crime #impunity #isolation #rural-life #sherlock-holmes

Maybe the witch thought she was protecting Rapunzel, not punishing her. Maybe she thought that if Rapunzel was locked away, no one could ever hurt her. Maybe the witch kept Rapunzel because she loved her, because she was scared that if other people could get to Rapunzel, they would hurt her. And maybe Rapunzel didn't understand the witch; maybe she was angry at her - but maybe she loved her too. ↗

— Alyssa B. Sheinmel

#rapunzel #witch #beauty

Life insurance is a dying industry.
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— Jarod Kintz

#death #dying #industry #life-insurance #pun

...because of the foulness of her mother's emotional river, a current which ran swift, changing its path without warning... ↗

— Tamara Rose Blodgett

#descriptive-prose #dystopia #from-review #paranormal-romance #post-apocalyptic

I stood behind the man’s chair, my blade at his throat. “Why do you do it?” I asked, knowing he wouldn’t answer. “Kill people, and blow up buildings, and sell drugs?” It was what they all did. Committed crimes. That was why I killed them. “You’re a criminal, a terrorist, a danger. And I have been asked to take you out.” I told him. I was legend now, yet he asked the same question all the others did. “What is your name?” My sensitive ears tuned out the slit as my sword cut his neck. I walked around the chair to see his face. I watched as his eyes–slowly at first–changed from blue to milky white. His skin went pale. And as I heard him take his last breath, I ducked in so my lips hovered at his ear, and whispered, “My name, is Sharden. ↗

— Alysha Speer

#body-of-blades #crime #kill #punishment #sharden