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I love Prada. Not so much the clothes, which are for malnourished thirteen-year-olds, but I covet, with covety covetousness, the shoes and handbags. Like, I LOVE them. If I was given a choice between world peace and a Prada handbag, I'd dither. (I'm not proud of this, I'm only saying.) ↗

— Marian Keyes

#humour #women #love

To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them - the whole leaf and root tribe. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#love

You have to find what’s good and true and beautiful in your life as it is now. Looking back makes you competitive. And, age is not a competitive issue. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#beautiful #competitive-issue #good #life #true

You want me to be your spy in a game of restaurant espionage? Will I need a code name?" "It's nothing morally reprehensible or anything, " Wes hastened to assure her. "Just curiosity." "I think your code name should be Tiberius," she said decisively. "I'll be Uhura." "Tiberius? As in James Tiberius Kirk?" Wes blinked, then grinned. "Oh my God, this is your version of flirting. How do you say 'I fancy you' in Klingon? ↗

— Louisa Edwards

#humourous-situations #humor

It was strange walking through the empty apartment. My battered purple room was gone, Brittany’s bruised blue was gone. Two coats covered everything. It was like none of it had ever happened. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#growing-up #moving-on #paint #painting #purple

You can't take the human out of the person. ↗

— Tommy Tran

#god #love #people #truth #love

I’m going to untangle her deadly scheme, even if it leaves my love affair hanging by a thread. ↗

— Jennifer Estep

#gin-blanco #love #owen #scheme #thread

Sebastian tapped his index finger on the polished wood thoughtfully. Yes, it was a universal truth: some things once broken were broken forever—like trust. It might be patched up and smoothed over, but it would always be the thing that had once been shattered. ↗

— Carol Oates

#pain #trust #love

To love is to destroy. To be loved is to be the one destroyed. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #love

One unerring mark of the love of truth is not entertaining any proposition with greater assurance than the proofs it is built upon will warrant. ↗

— John Locke

#assurance #built #entertaining #greater #love