#sv

«At last I found you,» began the boy, bowing simultaneously mocking and respectful. Hurrichein snorted, planting his large eyes upon him. «Why this reverence, Prince? A little while ago you've pointed your sword at my throat,» she teased him. Galadir smiled, trying to restrain himself. He wanted to teach her a lesson, but his father had one last card to play. «The citizens of Thera are preparing a feast with dancing and food to celebrate the rescue of the Princess. My father would appreciate your presence.» «Your father or you, Prince Galadir?» ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#food

At a tiny station in New Albany, Indiana, which is right across from the river from Louisville, Kentucky, where I grew up. The Louisville stations were loath to hire beginners, so I had to go across the river. ↗

— Bob Edwards

#albany #beginners #go #grew #had

Well, I got pretty good and went on the road with a group. We starved. At that time I didn't realize that you'd work one gig in Kansas City, the next in Florida and the next gig will be in Louisville. You know, a thousand miles a night. That was really rough, man. ↗

— Wes Montgomery

#florida #gig #good #got #group

Leonard Woolf’s endurance of Virginia’s famous frigidity is, we must suppose after the fact, altogether to his credit. Their honeymoon did not bring the amelioration they had hoped for and it is incredibly innocent and moving to think of them discussing it with Vanessa. They wanted to know when she had first had an orgasm. She said she couldn’t remember but she knew she had been “sympathetic” from the age of two. Vita Sackville-West said about Virginia, “She dislikes the possessiveness and love of domination in men. In fact she dislikes the quality of masculinity. ↗

— Elizabeth Hardwick

#vanessa-bell #virginia-woolf #vita-sacksville-west #age

(...) L’intelligence, cette vertu sublime que définit l’art de lier ce qui, a priori, et pour la plupart, passe pour délié. ↗

— Michel Onfray

#relier #transversalité #art

But then, gifts are like beauty, are they not. It is in the eye of the recipient that they find their seat, not in the hand of the giver. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#sv #vishous #beauty

«Which jewel more beautiful than you, Prince Galadir? There is nothing more beautiful than you in all Penthànweald.» Morwen claimed his gaze. ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#beauty

«Come on, put it down on your beautiful chest and the Death will come to life!» She stepped back. «I will never do it,» she growled. With brutality, he grabbed her arm. «You will do it, instead.» ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#beauty

And she. So beautiful. So terrifying. So... prohibited. He felt she was too superior for him. ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#beauty

«Who are you?» whispered the Prince, trying to support those eyes. «Surely you have something special in addition to beauty,» continued she. Galadir closed his eyes, trying to regulate the breath. «Who are you?» «And I can not wait to find out what it is,» whispered the woman with a persuasive tone. ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#beauty