#dating

Some of these guys wear beards to make them look intimidating, but they don't look so tough when they have to deliver the ball. Their abilities and their attitudes don't back up their beards. ↗

— Don Drysdale

#back #back up #ball #beards #deliver

Real magic in relationships means an absence of judgment of others. ↗

— Wayne Dyer

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I don't know any of us who are in relationships that are totally honest - it doesn't exist. ↗

— Richard Gere

#any #exist #honest #i #know

The Google algorithm was a significant development. I've had thank-you emails from people whose lives have been saved by information on a medical website or who have found the love of their life on a dating website. ↗

— Tim Berners-Lee

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It was just that we had this phenomenal honeymoon relationship that just kept on going. ↗

— James Levine

#going #had #honeymoon #just #kept

It's a big responsibility dating me. Because I come with a little bit of baggage, you know? ↗

— Demi Lovato

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Dodi got a lot of criticism when he began dating Princess Diana. No one seemed to think he was good enough for her. ↗

— Lorna Luft

#criticism #dating #diana #enough #good

Life had sure been simpler when I hadn't dated. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#life #love #relationships #dating

The story of a life can be as long or as short as the teller wishes. Whether the life is tragic or enlightened, the classic gravestone inscription marking simply the dates of birth and death has, in its brevity, much to recommend it. ↗

— Michel Houellebecq

#death #story #dating

Today," she told it, "death comes to all your circuits. Will it be slow and systematic or fast and brutal?" Considering, she circled it, "Tough decision. I've waited so long for this moment. Dreamed of it." Showing her teeth, she began to roll up her sleeves. "What," Roarke asked from the doorway that connected their work areas, "is that?" "The former bane of my existence. The Antichrist of technology. Do we have a hammer?" Studying the pile on the floor, he walked in. "Several, I imagine, of various types." "I want all of them. Tiny little hammers, big, wallbangers, and everything in between." "Might one ask why?" "I'm going to beat this thing apart, byte by byte, until there's nothing left but dust from the last trembling chip." "Hmmm." Roarke crouched down, examined the pitifully out-of-date system. "When did you haul this mess in here?" "Just now. I had it in the car. Maybe I should use acid, just stand here and watch it hiss and dissolve. That could be good." Saying nothing, Roarke took a small case out of his pocket, opened it, and chose a slim tool. With a few deft moves, he had the housing open. "Hey! Hey! What're you doing?" "I haven't seen anything like this in a decade. Fascinating. Look at this corrosion. Christ, this is a SOC chip system. And it's cross-wired." When he began to fiddle, she rushed over and slapped at his hands. "Mine. I get to kill it." "Get a grip on yourself," he said absently and delved deeper into the guts. "I'll take this into research." "No. Uh-uh. I have to bust it apart. What if it breeds? ↗

— J.D. Robb

#eve-dallas #roarke #dating