#rub

He's naked," she said in a whisper louder than a yell. "He knows," Cyrus said. "Does he want a blanket?" "Apparently not. ↗

— Dominique Eastwick

#paranormal-romance #rubenesque #shapeshifter-romance #were-tiger #wiccan-haus

Happiness is like a cat, If you try to coax it or call it, it will avoid you; it will never come. But if you pay not attention to it and go about your business, you'll find it rubbing against your legs and jumping into your lap. ↗

— William Bennett

#against #attention #avoid #business #call

Then we still have time!” I gasp. “It’s not too late. We know what he’s going to do. We’ll return to the cave and fight.” “We?” Kernel says sarcastically. “Yes! I’ll fight to save Dervish and Bill-E. I don’t care what those monsters throw at us. When it’s family, it’s different.” “You really think you can choose not to be a coward if and when it suits you?” Kernel jeers. Beranabus interrupts wearily before I can retort. “It doesn't matter. You're arguing about nothing. The time for heroics has passed. ↗

— Darren Shan

#family #grubbs-grady #kernel-fleck #family

Patriotism. Combustible rubbish ready to the torch of any one ambitious to illuminate his name. ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

#any #combustible #his #illuminate #name

I used to soak my mitts in a bucket of water for about two days. Then I'd put a couple of baseballs in the pocket and wrap it up with a rubber band. Today you don't have to do that, because catchers' mitts are more like first baseman's gloves. ↗

— Bob Uecker

#band #baseman #because #bucket #couple

I do say no to lots of things, actually! I know it doesn't look like it. But I have a tendency to a) be rubbish at saying no, and b) be pushed by some kind of Protestant work ethic. ↗

— Jo Brand

#ethic #i #i do #kind #know

I used to dress up and impersonate our next-door neighbor, Miss Cox. She wore rubber boots, a wool hat, and her nose always dripped. ↗

— Tracey Ullman

#boots #cox #dress #hat #her

If you're going to make rubbish, be the best rubbish in it. ↗

— Richard Burton

#going #make #rubbish #you

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of. ↗

— Lord Byron

#face #got #harlot #hold #hope

Not only was it nearly impossible to hear because of these huge rubber ears we had to wear, but we also had these huge furry hands which were absolutely useless, especially if you had to scratch yourself. ↗

— Helena Bonham Carter

#also #because #ears #especially #furry