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Louis-Cesare’s anger suddenly filled the small room like water, and in a heartbeat his eyes went from silver tinged to as solid as two antique coins. I sat frozen, awash in a sea of power. I was beginning to understand why Mircea had wanted him along, only Daddy had failed to mention anything about the hair-trigger temper. I guess he assumed the red hair would clue me in. ↗

— Karen Chance

#redheads #anger

Loving my son, building my son, touching my son, playing with my son, being with my son… these aren’t tasks that only super dads can perform. These are tasks that every dad should perform. Always. Without fail. ↗

— Dan Pearce

#arguing #break #child #children #dads

How often one reads a contemporary full-length novel and thinks quietly, mutinously, that it would have worked out better at half or a third the length. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#contemporary #half #how #length #novel

You're going to come to a lot of intersections in your life, Natalie, roads and otherwise, and you can't always just turn around. You have to summon the courage to go forward. ↗

— Pricilla Cummings

#courage #life #moving-forward #roads #courage

I wouldn't know where to start." "He who chooses the beginning of the road chooses the place it leads to." "Thoreau?" "Harry Emerson Fosdick... ↗

— Kami Garcia

#chooses #leads-to #road #start #beauty

Adding kidney beans to his cottage cheese and pineapple was an act of bravery Dave had not intended. ↗

— Theric Jepson

#bravery #byu #courage #humor #lds

Then, when the stars came out, Ma took out her fiddle. We all quieted down while she tuned the strings, and I got the funniest feeling. I felt as if I was looking at everyone from far away in space, or maybe even in time. They all looked so beautiful sitting in the darkness of the woods under the stars. Their faces were pink and warm and happy in the firelight. I felt perfectly happy and perfectly sad all at the same time, and tears came into my eyes. ↗

— Kristin Kladstrup

#the-book-of-story-beginnings #beauty

The very idea of massified advertising meant that large cirulation newpapers were not in the business of selling information to people but rather of selling the attention of their readers to commercial concerns... to tap into the resorvoir of resources constitutred by the growing urban populations ↗

— Manuel De Landa

#advertisements #newspapers #selling-out #business

Guys are like dogs: they never notice if you've changed your hair, but they can sense when there's another guy sniffing around their territory ↗

— Candace Bushnell

#change

I tumbled into the taxi alone, closing the door closed with a dull thud before I could possibly change my mind. Not like this, I remember thinking. Whatever this thing is between us, it could only be tainted and cheapened by a semi-drunken encounter on the night of our first meeting. As the car pulled away I stared back at him. The thought that I might never see him again, that I might never know what it would feel like to be kissed by him, seemed unbearably cruel. At a crossroads, I had been faced with a choice: two possible versions of my future mapped out ahead of me. But I didn't feel like I had made any sort of decision. All I had done was run away. ↗

— Catherine Sanderson

#lust #passion #change