#day

I couldn't exactly blame Jane Austen for being a romantic. What the hell else was there to do back then for fun? ↗

— Kristin Walker

#humor #jane-austen #olden-days #humor

That night was a dark day. Of course, all nights are dark days, because night is simply a badly lit version of day, ... ↗

— Lemony Snicket

#humor #night #humor

The humans were sitting cross-legged on the floor in a circle of soldiers, pointing at things and learning more Chimaera words: salt, rat, eat, which unfortunate combination led to Zuzana rejecting the meat on her plate. "I think it's chicken," Mik said, taking a bite. "I'm just saying there were a lot more rats around here earlier." "Circumstantial evidence." Mik took another bite and said, in passable Chimaera and to guffaws of laughter, "Salty delicious rat." "It's chicken," insisted one of the Shadows That Live. Karou wasn't sure which it was, but she was flapping her arms like wings, and even producing chicken bones to prove it. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#days-of-blood-and-starlight #humor #laini-taylor #mik #zuzana

It's just been a long week, that's all." "It's monday night, Jess." "My point exactly. ↗

— Scott Westerfeld

#monday #humor

She'd been trained as a child no to trust anyone, but he'd just saved her life, and she was freezing. He could be a yeti for all she cared. ↗

— Krystal Shannan

#holiday #humor #multicultural #romance #humor

Rest. Heal. Sleep. I shall most likely kill you on the morrow.” “You? A Princess Bride quote?” I croaked. “What is that?” she asked. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#harry-dresden #humor #princess-bride #humor

Growing up, my parents never gave me as much as I wanted for my birthday. For example, one year I wanted a yo-yo, and they ended up giving me some wound up string. Gee, thanks, mom. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#humor #humor

A bell, though -- that's fucked up. ↗

— David Sedaris

#humor #humor

Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#imagination #imagination

I shall ne'er chase rainbows again, Knowing no pot o' gold awaits at the end. My Irish treasure is not there. For ye, my love, abide with me here. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#love #pot-of-gold #rainbow #richelle #richelle-goodrich