#rake

Yes, I'm a man and everyone knows men are great hairy beasts scarcely tamed by civilization -Jermyn, Duke of Northcliff to Amy, Princess Beaumontaigne ↗

— Christina Dodd

#man #rake #men

Reformed rakes often make the best husbands ↗

— Judith McNaught

#rake #inspirational

Persistence is the key to solving most mysteries. ↗

— Christopher Pike

#joel-drake #persistence #inspirational

Driving with one foot on the accelerator and the other on the brake is likely to get you nowhere, but certainly will burn out vital parts of your car. Similarly, cutting taxes on the middle class, but increasing them on the 'rich' is likely to result in an economic burnout. ↗

— Terry Savage

#brake #burn #burnout #car #certainly

Exactly. These guys just want me to play Snow White singing in her little cottage while they do all the work." Lucy snorted. "Snow White and the Seven Buttheads. You could give Disney a run for their money." Nicholas poked her in the ribs. "I am not a singing dwarf!" "No, you're a butthead. Weren't you paying attention? ↗

— Alyxandra Harvey

#drakes #lucy #solange #money

I play these sort of comical instruments I invented, like the electric rake and the electric plunger. I do a lot of almost stand-up comedy material. Just the juxtaposition of the different styles in itself sometimes is funny. Like, I do sort of an acoustic version of 'Purple Haze' that has some bluegrass licks in it. ↗

— Eugene Chadbourne

#almost #bluegrass #comedy #different #different styles

I listen to Radio 4 and put the iPod on shuffle. I like the randomness of, say, the Stones, then something from Nina Simone, Nick Drake or Bob Dylan. ↗

— Catherine McCormack

#bob dylan #drake #dylan #i #ipod

Living with a conscience is like driving with the brakes on. ↗

— Budd Schulberg

#conscience #driving #like #living

I've learned that it doesn’t matter what you’ve been through. It doesn't matter how many people you tell your story to or what they say. None of it matters if you don’t learn to love yourself, accept yourself. I want to love myself. I can love myself. ↗

— Victoria S. (Bloodstone)

#love

Samson’s grace and surefootedness at breakneck paces was the closest Roxleigh had ever come to some semblance of peace in his life. His head was never clearer, his nerves were never calmer, and his mind was never more unbound than when he rode Samson. He listened to the horse’s steady breathing, the exertion of his exhalations, and the steady beat of his hooves, punctuated by the swift silence of the jumps and the exclamation of the landing, like a staccato symphony. His mind unfurled its stressed tethers with the smooth action of Samson at full speed. ↗

— Jenn LeBlanc

#romance #the-rake-and-the-recluse #love