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I was out dancing with one actress or another. And that got press. Even when it didn't, the whole town knew I was a dancing fool, and since I couldn't very well dance with a man, they saw me dancing with a lady, and they assumed the rest. ↗

— Cesar Romero

#another #assumed #dance #dancing #even

Who is he?" "An idiot, said Adrian. "Makes me look like an upstanding member of society. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#society

But you must be awash in a sea of compliments, my lady. Every gentleman you meet must voice his admiration, his wish to make love to you. And those are only the ones who may voice such thoughts. All about you are men who cannot speak their admiration, who must remain mute from lack of social standing or fear of offending you. Only their thoughts light the air about you, following you like a trail of perfume, heady but invisible. (Winter Makepeace) ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#thief-of-shadows #winter #love

Understanding life is like trying to put together a puzzle with pieces that don't fit. ↗

— Dave Guerrero

#life #sad #inspirational

Să identifici fericirea când se află la picioarele tale, să ai curajul şi hotărârea de a te apleca pentru a o lua în braţe... şi a o păstra. Asta-i inteligenţa inimii ↗

— Marc Levy

#marc-levy #si-daca-e-adevarat #inspirational

We as authors sign a pact with our readers; they'll go on reading because they trust us to play fair with them and deliver what we've promised. ↗

— Pamela Glass Kelly

#children #inspiration #publication #readers #writer

Can you tell by where my eyes are looking what I’m thinking? Hint: I’m staring directly at your vagina.
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— Jarod Kintz

#hint #men #naughty #naughty-thoughts #obvious

And alien tears will fill for him pity's long broken urn. For his mourners will all be outcast men, and outcasts always mourn. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#men

By the age of 9 or 10, I knew that I had to cut my own cloth and make my own way. ↗

— John le Carre

#cloth #cut #had #i #knew

Knightley Academy stood out against the moonlight in silhouette, a ramshackle collection of chimneys, turrets and gables. Both boys stopped to take in the sight of the manicured lawns and tangled woods, the soaring chapel and the ivy-covered brick of the headmaster's house. They were home. For this, Henry felt, was home. Not some foreign castle encircled by guard towers, but this cozy, bizarre assortment of buildings with its gossiping kitchen maids and eccentric professors and clever students. ↗

— Violet Haberdasher

#inspirational #knightley-academy #school #inspirational