#ang

What was that, Kurokuma?' asked one of the escorts riding near him. The others chuckled at the name. 'Nothing important,' Horace said. Then he looked at them suspiciously. 'What's this Kurokuma business?' The Senshi looked at him with a completely staight face. 'It's a term of great respect,' he said. Several others within earshot nodded confirmation. They too managed to remain straight-faced. It was a skill the Nihon-Jan had perfected. 'Great respect,' one of them echoed. ↗

— John Flanagan

#ranger-s-apprentice #respect #business

Language is the apparel in which your thoughts parade before the public. ↗

— George Crane

#life #public #life

When we seed millions of acres of land with these plants, what happens to foraging birds, to insects, to microbes, to the other animals, when they come in contact and digest plants that are producing materials ranging from plastics to vaccines to pharmaceutical products? ↗

— Jeremy Rifkin

#birds #come #contact #digest #happens

Perhaps areas of Israel where current large Palestinian populations and demographic realities exist could be exchanged for Israeli expansion into the West Bank to include most of East Jerusalem. ↗

— Geraldo Rivera

#bank #could #current #demographic #east

While a people preserves its language; it preserves the marks of liberty. ↗

— Jose Rizal

#liberty #marks #people #preserves #while

Change the way you look at things and the things you look at change. ↗

— Wayne W. Dyer

#inspirational #motivational #perception #change

I believe in a benevolent God not because He created the Grand Canyon or Michelangelo, but because He gave us snacks. ↗

— Paul Rudnick

#grand-canyon #michelangelo #snacks #death

What a tangle love is. ↗

— Alyson Noel

#triangle #love

Love can make even nice people do awful things." - Emily Todd, An Angel for Emily ↗

— Jude Deveraux

#emily-todd #love

I don't hate you. I love you." "I love you, too. God, it's hell!" They decided to be more sensible. The next day they didn't meet in Widener. Elgin stayed in his room, and at three o'clock the phone rang. "It's me--Caroline." "Oh God, you called. I was praying you would. Where are you?" "In the drugstore on the corner." There was silence. "Elgin," she said at last, "did you have any orange juice today?" He ran, down the stairs, along the sidewalk, to the drugstore to have his orange juice. ↗

— Harold Brodkey

#love