#ride

A bride, before a "Good-night" could be said, Should vanish from her clothes into her bed, As souls from bodies steal, and are not spied. But now she's laid; what though she be? Yet there are more delays, for where is he? He comes and passeth through sphere after sphere; First her sheets, then her arms, then anywhere. Let not this day, then, but this night be thine; Thy day was but the eve to this, O Valentine. ↗

— John Donne

#bridegroom #love #passion #sexuality #wedding

Her nightgown lay upon the snow as it might on a bed sheet, and the tracks that led from where it lay were never of human feet... An empty bed still waits for him as he lies in a crimson tide. Beware, beware, oh trapper men, beware of a griesly bride. ↗

— John Manifold

#bride #crimson #men

Ego and pride is a two headed twist. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#pride #twist #twisted #death

Fang’s hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder and down my back, making me shiver. I looked up. “What the heck are you doing?” “Helping you change your mind,” he whispered, and then he leaned over, tilted my chin up, and kissed me. ↗

— James Patterson

#maxride #change

I might as well enquire,” replied she, “why with so evident a design of offending and insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your will, against your reason, and even against your character? ↗

— Jane Austen

#design

The test we must set for ourselves is not to march alone but to march in such a way that others will wish to join us. ↗

— Hubert Humphrey

#honor #pride #recovery #friendship

Inconceivable!" "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means. ↗

— William Goldman

#funny #humor #movie #princess #funny

Do you love your country and your king?" Karigan paused. What a curious question. King Zachary was relatively new to the throne and she knew little of his policies or methods, but it wouldn't do to sound disloyal to a dying servant of Sacoridia. "Yes." "I'm a messenger...Green Rider." The young man's body spasmed with pain, and blood dribbled over his lip and down his chin. "The satchel on the saddle...important message for...king. Life or death. If you love Sacor...Sacoridia and its king, take it. Take it to him. ↗

— Kristen Britain

#karigan #death

What on earth did you say to Isola? She stopped in on her way to pick up Pride and Prejudice and to berate me for never telling her about Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. Why hadn't she known there were better love stories around? Stories not riddled with ill-adjusted men, anguish, death and graveyards! ↗

— Mary Ann Shaffer

#leading-men #literature #pride-and-prejudice #romance #death

The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung. ↗

— Walter Scott

#death-and-dying #pride #walter-scott #wretch #death