#com

Roxy, stop being so obnoxious!" -Joy "I'm never obnoxious; I'm just concerned." -Roxy ↗

— Katie MacAlister

#concern #friendship #view-point #friendship

In catholisism we have an entire religion based on a woman who really stuck to her story ↗

— Greg Giraldo

#religion #humor

What happened, then? You're stomping through every puddle you can find and look like you're going to punch the first person you see." "Why are you hanging around, then? Aren't you worried about getting hit?" "Aw, you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty ↗

— Richelle Mead

#funny

Am I bothered? Am I bothered though. I ain't doing nothing cause I ain't bothered. ↗

— Catherine Tate

#catherine-tate #comedian #humor #lauren-cooper #humor

The warrior may fight for gold or for an immediate gain, or for something to take home for the winter to feed the family. The soldier is part of a more complex society. He's fighting for a group ethic of some sort. ↗

— C. J. Cherryh

#ethic #family #feed #fight #fighting

Do you think I'm wonderful? she asked him one day as they leaned against the trunk of a petrified maple. No, he said. Why? Because so many girls are wonderful. I imagine hundreds of men have called their loves wonderful today, and it's only noon. You couldn't be something that hundreds of others are. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#uniqueness #imagination

for there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#empathy #imagination

Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is. ↗

— Francis Bacon

#compensate #console #given #him #imagination

Anyone who imagines they can work alone winds up surrounded by nothing but rivals, without companions. The fact is, no one ascends alone. ↗

— Lance Armstrong

#companionship #competition #cooperation #success #imagination

In the silence, she felt the past and the present shift and mix, but that was a mirage. There was no way to comfort the lost boy he'd been back then. But she had the grown male. She had him right in her arms, and for a brief moment of whimsy, she imagined that she was never, ever going to let him go. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#love #sadness #imagination