#ada

This,’ whispered the Doctor to Romana, ‘is going to be like trying to find a book about needles in a room full of books about haystacks. ↗

— Gareth Roberts

#douglas-adams #humor #humor

SHAKE AND BAKE!!!!!!! ↗

— Ricky Bobby

#taladaga-nights #humor

NEVER INTERFERE WITH MELENGAR AGAIN BY ORDER OF THE KING … AND US ↗

— Michael J. Sullivan

#humor #humor

AOAN LOVES LOKI. ↗

— Jennifer Echols

#adam-vader #aoan #boys-next-door #comedy #loki

Mercy," said my mother thoughtfully, "you never told me your werewolf neighbor was quite that hot. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#mercy-thompson #mercy

It's already bad. I'm honestly not sure how much worse it's going to get." Notice that I didn't say couldn't get worse. It can always get worse. I know this. And thus I refuse to tempt fate. Superstitious - probably. But magic exists. So does karma, and karma can be a bitch. ↗

— Cat Adams

#cat-adams #karma #karma

PESAN SEORANG AYAH KEPADA ANAK LELAKI: Kau harus berani mengatakan "tidak" untuk yang salah dan "ya" untuk yang benar. Kau harus melindungi martabat rumahmu dengan menjaga saudara-saudara perempuanmu dan ibumu. Kau harus berani melindungi yang tertindas. Dan jika kau berkeluarga nanti, kau sudah mati sebagai lelaki, tapi kau berganti menjadi suami dan ayah. Kau harus selalu pulang ke rumah dan mengabdi kepada istri dan anak-anakmu. Kau harus bekerja dan menafkahi mereka. Kau harus jadi ayah dan suami yang bisa menjaga kehormatan mereka. ↗

— Gola Gong

#ya

The bottom line is, what defines you isn't how many times you crash, but the number of times you get back on the bike. As long as it's one more. you're all good. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#along-for-the-ride #adam

My head ached. I was thinking of the pain, and wondering how it was possible for physical agony to be so intense. I had never imagined that such a torture could be endured. Yet here was I, both conscious and able to think clearly. And not only to think, but to observe the process and make calculations about it. The steel circle round my skull was closing in with faint cracking noises. How much farther could it shrink? I counted the cracking sounds. Since I took the triple dose of pain-killer, there had been two more. …I took out my watch and laid it on the table. “Give me morphia,” I said in a calm, hostile, icy tone. “You mustn’t take morphia! You know perfectly well. The very idea! And what are you doing with that watch?” “You will give me morphia within three minutes.” They looked me uneasily up and down. No one moved. Three minutes went by. Then ten more. I slipped the watch calmly into my pocket and rose unsteadily to my feet. “Then take me to the Fiakker Bar. They say it’s a good show, and to-night I want to enjoy myself.” The others jumped up with a feeling of relief. I never confessed the secret to anyone, either then or afterwards. I had made up my mind at the end of those three minutes — for the first and last time in my life — that if my headache had not stopped within the next ten I should throw myself under the nearest tram. It never came out whether I should have kept to my resolve, for the pain left with the suddenness of lighting. ↗

— Frigyes Karinthy

#headache #pain #suicide #imagination

God, I loved him. I could insist I was okay with just being friends, that I'd find someone else and get over him, but I was fooling myself. There was no getting past this. I loved him, and fifty years from now we could be married to other people, never exchanged so much as a kiss, and I'd still looking into his eyes and know he was the one. He'd always be the one. ↗

— Kelley Armstrong

#savannah #love