#akin

Mrs. Jennings was a widow, with an ample jointure. She had only two daughters, both of whom she had lived to see respectably married, and she had now therefore nothing to do but to marry all the rest of the world. ↗

— Jane Austen

#meddling #respect

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— E.A. Bucchianeri

#culture #culture-identity #culture-making #disclaimer #funny

He seemed so terribly weak. She would have had more respect for him if he'd told her to go fuck herself. ' I have to go to sleep' she'd scathe. Then she'd roll over, and so would he. They'd be lying there like two strangers who just happened to be sharing the same bed. It was in those moments she began to plot her escape. ↗

— Lucinda Rosenfeld

#drifting-apart #respect

I heartily respect and appreciate when people say their life is quite eventful. There are chapters in the book of life. Some chapters interests people and some grab only our attention in simple little stanzas. ↗

— Rachana Shakyawar

#life #respect

Science is always discovering odd scraps of magical wisdom and making a tremendous fuss about its cleverness. ↗

— Aleister Crowley

#always #cleverness #discovering #fuss #magical

Never think that war is a good thing, grandchildren. Though it may be necessary at times to defend our people, war is a sickness that must be cured. War is a time out of balance. When it is truly over, we must work to restore peace and sacred harmony once again. ↗

— Joseph Bruchac

#peacemaking #war #harmony

He held up the AK-47, the muscles in his arm bunching against the weight. “This is an assault rifle.” Then held up the handgun. “This is a semi-automatic pistol.” Then he gave a little thrust of his hips and looked down at his penis. “That is my gun. As you’ve discovered, it’s pumpaction like a shotgun , but it doesn’t fire bullets. ↗

— Pamela Clare

#i-team #pamela-clare #romance #guns

He's pressing me to his chest. I melt. Oh, this is where I want to be I rest my head against him, and he kisses my hair repeatedly. This is home. He smells of linen, fabric softener, body wash, and my favourite smell - Christian. For a moment, I allow myself the illusion that all will be well, and it soothes my ravaged soul ↗

— E.L. James

#heartache #home #temptation #temptation

I am replete with stamina in finding out every single fact I can about this whole affair. Yet, I think, do I want to pull that thread? Do I want to unleash the truth, unravel deceit, and kill reality as I´ve known it? It is irreparable, if I do, from the moment we met until now. It is long. If I discover too much that is false about what I thought my past was, Time will be skewed even further. I already have a poor connection with the present. Example: I have no sense of what day it is. It´s better. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#cheating #deception #divorce #infidelity #marriage

Trust your instincts, and make judgements on what your heart tells you. The heart will not betray you. ↗

— David Gemmell

#instinct #self-reliance #trust #decisions