#terri

That's what my mother did. And my father was the first person she'd met who treated her kindly. She was terrified of men, and she married a very meek, kind, dear man. And she had the upper hand. She ruled the roost. ↗

— Lynn Johnston

#did #father #first #had #hand

What happened? The Country got sick of it and said, Enough is enough. And all over the Country we saw springing up community organizations determined to do something about this terrible menace of drugs. ↗

— Barry McCaffrey

#community #country #determined #enough #enough is enough

My hands look terrible but I can do anything I want to do, so, you know, I just think I'm playing all around with more good taste and not dashing up and down the piano. ↗

— Marian McPartland

#around #down #good #good taste #hands

And when you're on your own there is that terrifying possibility that you may be the only person on the planet who thinks it's funny - and you have no way of finding out. ↗

— Denis Norden

#funny #may #only #out #own

The Arab League tells us to go in and take out Qaddafi. We've spent billions of dollars already with respect to the Arab League. Billions of dollars, because they told us to do it. Why aren't they paying for it? They don't like Qaddafi, Qaddafi's been a terrible thorn in their side. ↗

— Donald Trump

#arab #because #been #billions #dollars

We had never taken a shower together. We had never even been in the same bathroom together. "Don't flush," I'd said, "I want to look." What I saw brought out strains of compassion, for him, for his body, for his life, which suddenly seemed so frail and vulnerable. "Our bodies won't have secrets now," I said as I took my turn and sat down. He had hopped into the bathtub and was just about to turn on the shower. "I want you to see mine," I said. He did more. He stepped out, kissed me on the mouth, and, pressing and massaging my tummy with the flat of his hand, watched the whole thing happen. ↗

— André Aciman

#scatological #terrible #life

You ain’t know nothing,” a man scoffed. “How I’m supposed to trust some junkie Churchwitch-” The words sliced through her like razor-sharp fangs. Her face flooded with shame, so hot she imagined it steamed in the icy air. At least it wasn’t difficult to identify the speaker. All she had to do was look for the man with Terrible’s fist locked around his neck. “Ain’t think I hear you right,” Terrible said in a calm, quiet voice. “Wanna louden up?” The man shook his head His eyes bulged. He looked like a bug, with his hands clenching into tiny useless fists. “You sure? You got else to say, you best say it now, instead of later. Now we got us watchers. Later might not be true, dig?” The man dug. ↗

— Stacia Kane

#terrible #imagination

Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. - MATTHEW 7:15 ↗

— S.G. Holster

#teen #terrible-lies #thirty-seconds-to-die-series #ya #urban-fantasy

Are we talking hell hounds and flames here?" Des asked, pacing at the end of our beds. I repeated the question and gave a heaving sigh of relief when Jameson said I had the wrong idea. "He's going to 'lead us into temptation.'" "That doesn't sound so bad," Des said with a cheeky grin. ↗

— Terri Clark

#demons #hollyweird #paranormal #romance #teen

His hands on the sides of her face, on her neck, holding her there. "Chessie...shit, Chessie, I love you so bad." His teeth on her throat, biting hard, his lips soothing the spot. "So fucking much, so...so bad. ↗

— Stacia Kane

#downside-ghosts #terrible #love