#at

Work is not always required. There is such a thing as sacred idleness. ↗

— George MacDonald

#meditation #solitude #mac

Never let stress shape your strategy. Most women think better after a brisk walk, a light meal, a massage and a nap. ↗

— Barbara Taylor Bradford

#women #stress

I'm sure it is," she replied. Her expression turned fierce, making her look far different from the scattered teacher I knew. "But listen to me when I say this. You are exceptional, taleneted, and brilliant young woman. Do not ever let anyone make you feel like you're less. Do not ever let anyone make you feel invisible. Do not let anyone-not even a teacher who constantly sends you for coffee-push you around." She put her glasses back on and began randomly lifting up pieces of papers. At last, she found a pen and grinned triumphantly. "Now, then. What is your brother's name? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#inspirational

From where we stand the rain seems random. If we could stand somewhere else, we would see the order in it. ↗

— Tony Hillerman

#order #patterns #rain #randomness #weather

Cats randomly refuse to follow orders to prove they can. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#random

I cook better than you," Nick corrected absently. "I think monkeys can probably be taught to cook better than you." "I'd like to have a monkey that cooked for me," said Jamie. " I would pay him in bananas. His name would be Alphonse." "I agree, that would be awesome." Mae said. "People would come for dinner just to see the monkey chef." "You're raving," Nick said, defrosting chicken in the microwave. Mae was a bit impressed with how he seemed to look at the appliance and instantly comprehend its mysteries, when she'd been heating up ready-made meals for years by a method of pressing random buttons and hoping. " I know that's the only way Jamie communicates with people, but I expected better of you, Mavis." "We're cutting out the whole Mavis thing right now, Nick," Mae said warningly. "How many bananas would be good payment for a monkey?" Jamie wanted to know. " I would want to pay Alphonse a fair wage. ↗

— Sarah Rees Brennan

#monkeys #communication

If you don't have a strategy, you're part of someone else's strategy. ↗

— Alvin Toffler

#strategy

I glanced at Derek. The boy wonder didn't melt into a pile of goo, although his gaze was glued to Rowena's chest. Avoiding eye contact. Good strategy. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#derek #fantasy #good-strategy #ilona-andrews #magic-bites

She gave his hand a small squeeze. "Jason, if we're going to try this then I'd like to take things slow." He frowned. "What I mean is nothing beyond the level we were at last night." She worried her lip between her teeth. "What I mean is no actual sex." He narrowed his eyes on her. "But, you'll still sleep with me naked and let me do a hundred other naughty things to you?" he asked in a serious tone. "Yes." He brushed his lips against hers again and moved back a few inches to look into her eyes. "And you'll still cook for me and call me Master?" Her lips twitched. "Yes to the cooking and not a chance in hell for the other." He sighed wearily. "Fine, how about Lord and Master?" "Uh...no." "God?" "Nope." "My liege?" "Wait.....no." He gave her one of his lopsided smiles. "I'll wear you down eventually. ↗

— R.L. Mathewson

#jason #playing-for-keeps #rl-mathewson #cooking

Camouflage doesn't help when the other guy is willing to defoliate the whole jungle. ↗

— Andrew Vachss

#war #strategy