#rub

But you're like me,” he says. “An outsider. Different. A freak. We're both weird, which is why we get along. ↗

— Darren Shan

#friendship #grubbs-grady #friendship

I hugged him without any kind of fear or self-consciousness, fiercely, with a rush of emotion that almost brought tears to my eyes. "I could kiss you!" Chubs cried. "Please don't!" I gasp out, feeling his arms tighten around my ribs to the point of cracking them. ↗

— Alexandra Bracken

#friendship #humor #ruby #friendship

Godshawk looked surprised, the way that people generally do when you ask them philosophical questions in shrubberies in the middle of the night. ↗

— Philip Reeve

#philosophy #shrubbery #humor

Oh, come with old Khayyàm, and leave the Wise To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies; One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies; The Flower that once has blown forever dies. ↗

— Omar Khayyám

#rubiayat #wisdom #life

There are more ways of skinning a cat than rubbing its fur the wrong way. ↗

— J. Carter Brown

#fur #more #rubbing #skinning #than

Never, never, never. I am never going to forget you. ↗

— Alexandra Bracken

#liam #love #ruby #love

Tis all a Chequer-board of nights and days Where Destiny with men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates,and slays, And one by one back in the closet lays. ↗

— Omar Khayyám

#men

Dr. S didn’t notice. “Do you remember the cartoons of Rube Goldberg? An inventor of the most ludicrous contraptions. You know: a lever is pulled, causing a boot to kick a dog, whose bark motivates a hamster to run on a wheel which winds a pulley that raises a gate that releases a bowling ball and so on? Until, at the end, finally, the machine does something incredibly mundane, like making a piece of toast. Yes? Well, as it turns out, that’s the world. All these incredibly complex, inscrutably intertwined Rube Goldberg machines that can only be seen in retrospect when something happens. ↗

— Adam Felber

#motivational

Mentioning violence to Bruce was like mentioning chocolate sauce to a six-year-old. ↗

— Robert Muchamore

#chocolate #james-adams #robert-muchamore #shadow-wave #violence

He glances down and notices that I'm still wearing a certain blue something, and, this time, it's HIS index finger that wraps underneath MY rubber band. I shiver wonderfully. "I'm never taking it off." Cricket brushes the delicate skin of my wrist. "It'll fall off." "I'll ask you for another one." "I'll give you another one." He smiles and touches his nose to mine. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#lola #rubber-bands #french