#ward

In regard of the rich grace and wisdom of his love toward his people; for who sees not, but that it is a curse to be unready as these foolish virgins, who were therefore shut out. ↗

— Thomas Shepard

#foolish #grace #his #love #out

The university awarded me my degree, but can something that’s basically worthless be properly called an award?
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— Jarod Kintz

#college #degree #fraud #funny #humor

The presidents of colleges have to have some courage to step forward. You can't limit alcohol in college sports, you have to get rid of it. ↗

— Dean Smith

#college #colleges #courage #forward #get

This has taught me that being pleasant is always so much more productive, for I know well the rewards for being good-natured. ↗

— Marie Windsor

#being #good-natured #i #know #me

We are now in the Me Decade - seeing the upward roll of the third great religious wave in American history. ↗

— Tom Wolfe

#american history #decade #great #history #me

I figure I’d find my way to beauty eventually. And I’d find absolution because I’d know, I earned the love of that woman, a woman who’s got so much to her it’ll take years to dig down and find the heart of her, that would be my reward.” Ohmigod. Ohmigod! Ohmigod! ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#beauty

He watched the newly arrived commuters as they stepped into the carriage, pushed their way down the tube, the odours from their damp clothes mingling, giving off varying degrees of mustiness: London grime, or smoke from airless offices. A woman wearing a blue swing coat glanced along the carriage, casting around for an empty seat. Her pale skin, the searching green eyes, reminded him of Emma. Briefly, he felt his breath catch; he stood, clambered back over his neighbour and indicated for her to take his seat. And so his mind stayed with Emma when he knew he should be working out a strategy for telling Dorothy of his news. But Emma was never far away; like the glitter balls in dance halls, she would slowly rotate in his memory, different facets reappearing, as the hues changed in her auburn hair. ↗

— Amanda Sington-Williams

#historical-fiction #romance #women-s #change

I'm glad you told me. About the sex stuff." "None of it was a news flash." "True. But I figure you came out with it because you trust my ass." "I do. Now drag it back to the Pit. Marissa's got to be coming home soon." "She is," Butch headed for the door but then paused and looked over his shoulder. "V?" Vishous raised his stare. "Yeah?" "I think you should know, after all this deep conversatin'…" Butch shook his head gravely. "We still ain't dating." The two of them busted out laughing, and the cop was still yukking it up as he disappeared into the gym. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#black-dagger-brotherhood #butch #butch-vishous #j-r-ward #lover-unbound

[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#death #edward-fairfax-rochester #honeymoon #jane-eyre #life

He shrugged his shoulders. "I have known many gods. He who denies them is as blind as he who trusts them too deeply. I seek not beyond death. It may be the blackness averred by the Nemedian skeptics, or Crom's realm of ice and cloud, or the snowy plains and vaulted halls of the Nordheimer's Valhalla. I know not, nor do I care. Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat and stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame and crimson, and I am content. Let teachers and priests and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion. I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content. ↗

— Robert E. Howard

#robert-e-howard #death