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Imagine going to work every day to do only and exactly what you love!! All the work gets done because of the abundant diversity of your team. Different skills, interests and talents are woven together into a whole that is much greater than the sum of the parts! ↗

— Denise Moreland

#business #change #conversation #culture #employees

In the Presence of Love...there are Miracles...Live Love, Give Love and Miracle will follow Miracle and wonders will never cease. ↗

— Deborah Brooks

#an-invitation-to-love #author #daddy #deborah-brooks #deborahbrooks-com

Flexibility is an essential pre-requisite to avoiding conflict. ↗

— Kambiz Mostofizadeh

#mikazuki-publishing-house #art

Nay," she said stubbornly. "I have just been told that the only chance I have for freedom is in your hands and by all that is holy, you will deliver me my freedom or I shall see to it that you live out the rest of your life in merciless misery." He gaped at her. On any other man such an expression would have looked foolish, but to credit Lord Stryder, even when taken by surprise, he still managed to carry off an air of supreme authority and handsomeness. "I beg your pardon? Have you gone completely mad?" "Not I, but rather the king you love so well. It appears he would see us marry." "My hairy arse." She gave him a droll stare. "That is much more information about your person, Lord Stryder, than I care to know. ↗

— Kinley MacGregor

#kinley-macgregor #rowena #stryder #freedom

His eyes defiant and smoldering, Braden held his sword aimed at the MacDouglas’s throat. “To get to her, you’ll have to come through me.” “You want to die for her?” Robby asked. “Aye,” Braden said without hesitation. He glanced at her and for the first time she saw the love in his eyes. “I will die for her. ↗

— Kinley MacGregor

#claiming-the-highlander #kinley-macgregor #robby #love

Su vida estaba hecha de ruinas encadenadas sin variantes, salvo aquellas marcadas por las estaciones. Sólo existía trabajo y cansancio para ella ↗

— Isabel Allende

#love

Dewey sent him, I thought, when I saw those eyes. ↗

— Vicki Myron

#dewey #true-love #inspirational

Angie: "How do I pitch these ideas to her?" Mira: "From a distance, preferably wearing body armor. ↗

— Kristin Hannah

#ideas #psychology #love

But these vague whisperings may arise from Mr. Snagsby's being, in his way, rather a meditative and poetical man; loving to walk in Staple Inn in the summer time; and to observe how countrified the sparrows and the leaves are... and to remark (if in good spirits) that there were old times once, and that you'd find a stone coffin or two, now, under that chapel, he'd be bound, if you was to dig for it. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#love

After a long moment, the Countess sat back down. "So," she said. "You … do love her. I must say, you look peculiarly resigned to it." He shrugged. "It is not fresh news for me." "And for Emma?" "Neither welcomed nor openly acknowledged." "But acknowledged all the same, you believe." "Perhaps," he said. "I cannot know. Not anymore." -Delphinia, Lady Chad and Julian ↗

— Meredith Duran

#emma #julian #meredith-duran #love