#cher

One of the first things we learn from our teachers is discernment: the ability to tell truth from fiction, to know when we have lost our center and how to find it again. Discernment is also one of the last things we learn, when we feel our paths diverge and we must separate from our mentors in order to stay true to ourselves. ↗

— Anne Hill

#spiritual-growth #spirituality #teachers #spiritual-growth

For a game, you don’t need a teacher. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #game #games #literature #literature-quotes

Ash paused as he entered the house to find the three women lined up and... singing to... dear gods, anything but this. "Fergilicious." All he needed was for Simi to be here and off-key with them since it was her favorite song and he'd spent the better part of the last year cursing whoever was dumb enough to introduce that song to a hormonal teenaged demon. Worst part? Simi wanted him to call her Similicious. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#humor #simi #humor

That disapproving look was back in her eyes. Her teacher face. The one that could make you squirm from ten paces, even if you were innocent. And I hadn't been innocent for years. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#teachers #humor

D.B. asked me what I thought about all this stuff I just finished telling you about. I didn't know what the hell to say. If you want to know the truth, I don't know what I think about it. I'm sorry I told so many people about it. All I know about it is, I sort of miss everybody I told about. Even old Stradlater and Ackley, for instance. I think I even miss that goddam Maurice. It's funny. Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#ending-lines #holden-caulfield #funny

I think that cadaver is only the ideal self run mad, and if the other life, the secret life, could be found and brought home, then a person might live in peace and have no need for God. After all, He has no need for us, being complete. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#god #jeanette-winterson #sexing-the-cherry #home

Carpe Scrotum. Seize life by the testicles ↗

— Rowena Cherry

#humor #knight-s-fork #romance #rowena-cherry #humor

Because teachers, no matter how kind, no matter how friendly, are sadistic and evil to the core. ↗

— Heather Brewer

#teachers #humor

She couldn’t take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditation…for romance. Or on a birthday cake at least. So where was the cake? The present? The song? As he stepped closer to her—as the damned flame got way too close—she started singing. “Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me…” Marcus paused, looking at her in disbelief. See. I knew he didn’t have a sense of humor. “Happy birthday, dear Gabi”—she lifted her head and blew out the candle—“happy birthday to me. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #make-me-sir #humor

All I need is a badly mangled, irate sentence stalking me. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#writers-world #humor