Read through the most famous quotes by topic #tea
'Who am I? Why am I here? Why?'These are all questions we ask ourselves. The simple answer is: Because our great and glorious God put you here. So go out and spread his word. ↗
How're we getting to King's Cross tomorrow, Dad?" asked Fred as they dug into a sumptuous pudding. "The Ministry's providing a couple of cars," said Mr. Weasley. Everyone looked up at him. "Why?" said Percy curiously. "It's because of you, Perce," said George seriously. "And there'll be little flags on the hoods, with HB on them-" "-for Humongous Bighead," said Fred. ↗
What happened was: they became a team, a family of two. There had been times before they ran away when they acted like a team, but those were very different from feeling like a team. Becoming a team didn't mean the end of their arguments. But it did mean that the arguments became a part of the adventure, became discussions not threats. To an outsider the arguments would appear to be the same because feeling like part of a team is something that happens invisibly. You might call it caring. You could even call it love. And it is very rarely, indeed, that it happens to two people at the same time-- especially a brother and a sister who had always spent more time with activities than they had with each other. ↗
Just like that. Gone forever. They will not grow old together. They will never live on a beach by the sea, their hair turned white, dancing in a living room to Billie Holiday or Nat Cole. They will not enter a New York club at midnight and show the poor hip-hop fools how to dance. They will not chuckle together over the endless folly of the world, its vanities and stupid ambitions. They will not hug each other in any chilly New York dawn. Oh, Mary Lou. My baby. My love. ↗
#loss #love #new-york-city #tears #family
I observed the sky darken gradually, slowly, from light blue to pitch black with only one constant factor –the clouds. The road to Cairo wasn’t considered long –around two and a half hours—but it didn’t seem like that since I was longing to get as far as ever possible from the place where danger was present. If it was only my life that was at stake, I wouldn’t have thrown much of a fit about the whole deal. But even if I had chosen to be some sort of a suicidal psych, I couldn’t put another soul into the equation. It wasn’t her fault I had failed her and was probably the reason we were in the situation we were in. Trying to fix what I had done by giving up to the danger we were surrounded by was yet another way to fail her, myself and most importantly, our parents. One day, I, Damien Theophilus the Second, would avenge my family’s murder. And I couldn’t care less about the how’s or the when’s; all I could care about was the final result. This was more personal than a mere attack on our kingdom. ↗
When may did so, he found every cup and saucer, plate, vase, and bowl standing arranged across the floor like pieces in a scaled-up chess game. "The Whitstable family tree," Bryant explained, entering and setting down his tea tray. "It's the only way I could get it sorted out in my head. I had to see them properly laid out, who was descended from whom." He pointed to a milk jug. "Daisy Whitstable is bottom left-hand corner, by the fireguard. Next to her is the egg cup, brother Tarquin... Now, pass me Marion and Alfred Whitstable over there." "What's their significance?" "We need them to drink out of. ↗
