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I have so much chaos in my life, it's become normal. You become used to it. You have to just relax, calm down, take a deep breath and try to see how you can make things work rather than complain about how they're wrong. ↗

— Tom Welling

#become #breath #calm #calm down #chaos

G is Grace, the Flaming Star is the Torch of Reason. Those who possess this knowledge are indeed Illuminati. ↗

— Adam Weishaupt

#grace #indeed #knowledge #possess #reason

This is the great object held out by this association; and the means of attaining it is illumination, enlightening the understanding by the sun of reason which will dispell the clouds of superstition and of prejudice. ↗

— Adam Weishaupt

#attaining #clouds #enlightening #great #held

In another situation, and in an active station in life, I should have been keenly occupied, and the founding of an order would have never come into my head. ↗

— Adam Weishaupt

#another #been #come #founding #head

The idea of a perfect vacation is not working or not having to work and having no appointments. ↗

— Tom Welling

#having #idea #perfect #vacation #work

I'm in a position now where I can play certain roles and when I get older, I won't be able to. So, I don't have a strategy of trying to grow up too quick, I just want to kind of look at everything. ↗

— Tom Welling

#certain #everything #get #grow #grow up

All the business of war, and indeed all the business of life, is to endeavour to find out what you don't know by what you do; that's what I called 'guess what was at the other side of the hill'. ↗

— Duke of Wellington

#called #endeavour #find #guess #hill

An extraordinary affair. I gave them their orders and they wanted to stay and discuss them. ↗

— Duke of Wellington

#discuss #extraordinary #gave #i #orders

But, after one quick trace of his tongue between her lips, he abruptly pulled away and stepped back from her. She was leaning into him so hard he had to put his hands on her shoulders to steady her. Catherine’s eyes flew open. Releasing her shoulders, he pointed past her to the books he’d set on the desk. She opened her mouth to protest, but closed it again. As she followed Jim, she caught a glimpse of his profile when he picked up the books and slate. There was a smug grin on his face. He was toying with her, teaching her a lesson—that two could play at heating things up and abruptly cooling them down. Indignation and amusement competed in her as she took her seat beside him and he handed her the paper he’d written. She hadn’t set him any homework. He’d done it on his own, printed a brief description of their picnic in short sentences or single words. It was almost like a poem without rhyme. “Fish swim water. Sky. Trees. Leaves. Eat food. Drink.” She smiled at him. “Very good.” He touched his lips, puckering them in a kiss, and tapped the signing book. “Kiss,” she said and looked up the sign for it. “Fingers touching thumbs as both hands come together,” the text said. Her cheeks flushed as she read, “trembling slightly to indicate the degree of passion.” Catherine made the movement as she repeated the word aloud. “Kiss.” Jim copied the movement, shaping his lips like hers. He pointed to the slate and offered her the chalk so she could spell the word. He studied each letter as she wrote it, before printing them himself: K-i-s-s. Catherine’s cheeks flamed even hotter from seeing it written in glaring white against the black slate. Kiss. Kiss. Somehow there seemed to be no denying or hiding it now that it was written down. She glanced at Jim’s lips and her nipples tightened at the memory of his mouth sucking them. ↗

— Bonnie Dee

#bonnie-dee #catherine #jim #food

A blunder at the right moment is better than cleverness at the wrong time. ↗

— Carolyn Wells

#blunder #cleverness #moment #right #right moment