#dan

They died. Along with three other men who had joined our group. We were betrayed. The porter had told his girlfriend about the operation. They’d only just met each other. Jens shot her a week later.” Johannes aka ‘BB’ The Informer ↗

— Steen Langstrup

#scandinavian-mysteries #ww #men

My men are my references. They're waiting outside for the books. They're dangerous." "Men like that always are. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#books #burn #dangerous #men

Man får ikke altid de rejser man ønsker sig nieta, men du vil altid få den rejse du har brug for ↗

— Alyson Noel

#paloma-santos #men

I love London. I love everything about it. I love its palaces and its museums and its galleries, sure. But also, I love its filth, and damp, and stink. Okay, well, I don’t mean love, exactly. But I don’t mind it. Not any more. Not now I’m used to it. You don’t mind anything once you’re used to it. Not the graffiti you find on your door the week after you painted over it, or the chicken bones and cider cans you have to move before you can sit down for your damp and muddy picnic. Not the everchanging fast food joints – AbraKebabra to Pizza the Action to Really Fried Chicken – and all on a high street that despite its three new names a week never seems to look any different. Its tawdriness can be comforting, its wilfulness inspiring. It’s the London I see every day. I mean, tourists: they see the Dorchester. They see Harrods, and they see men in bearskins and Carnaby Street. They very rarely see the Happy Shopper on the Mile End Road, or a drab Peckham disco. They head for Buckingham Palace, and see waving above it the red, white and blue, while the rest of us order dansak from the Tandoori Palace, and see Simply Red, White Lightning, and Duncan from Blue. But we should be proud of that, too. Or, at least, get used to it. ↗

— Danny Wallace

#danny-wallace #london #food

He likes those first moments, the first touch of naked skin against naked skin, of pressing into each other, his cock growing hard against Danny's. Each time it is like discovering that he's been starving in some way, a hunger or thirst in him that he's been only half aware of. Holding Danny tight, it's like finding something that he didn't know was lost. Something worth more than anything else in the world. Something he would have perished without. ↗

— Rock Lane Cooper

#love #mike #love

Business is as old as life. There is no living being that does not have a business. ↗

— Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha

#america #business #dangote #ifeanyi-enoch-onuoha #life

Be aware of wonder. Live a balanced life - learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some. ↗

— Robert Fulghum

#balanced #dance #day #draw #every

A Strauss waltz becomes so repetitive halfway through, the audience stops listening to it. That's the moment to start waltzing. ↗

— Bauvard

#funny #humor #music #waltzing #music

That wretched alchemist called money can turn a man’s heart into a stone! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#money

Wherever there is danger, there lurks opportunity; wherever there is opportunity, there lurks danger. The two are inseparable. ↗

— Earl Nightingale

#motivational #opportunity #risk-taking #success #motivational