#del

To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" he said. I placed my hands flat on the table and leaned across it. "Stay the hell away from him." "Who? Oh, you mean the guy who's gonna bite it soon?" "He's not. He's going to be fine." He reached a hand out and placed it over my own. I snatched my hand back. He shook his head at me and whispered, "You can't stop it." "Watch me. ↗

— Megan Miranda

#delaney #troy #death

Treatment is the way to go. It can work if you have the right model. ↗

— Joe Williams

#model #right #treatment #way #work

People told me not to get married; I didn´t listen. No one ever listens, it seems to me now. Perhaps people should stop trying to communicate. N was not a communicator; early on, I´d insisted on communication. Now I see his point acutely. I would love to have him back to not communicate with me. I would never ask for communication again, I would simply go elsewhere for the deep fish. Also, I´m not at all sure I want to hear what he has to say in this new vista. This works out well. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#divorce #husband #infidelity #marriage #seperation

[Jules] slides into a seat beside me with her hot lunch tray, sighing. “Four hours, thirty-six minutes, and twelve seconds till we’re out of purgatory for the weekend.” “Maybe later,” I murmur, still distracted by the day’s previous events. “So, let me show you how a conversation works. I say something, and then you say something back that actually relates to what I was talking about, as if you were even the least bit interested.” “Huh?” I say. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#conversation #delilah-mcphee #humor #jules #paying-attention

She is in full delirium. But delirium is the antithesis of death; it is the body's struggle to survive. ("Jane Brown's Body") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#death

Pray FOR positive outcomes, never ON perceived dilemmas ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#delimma #positive #pray #prayer #praying

We don’t know why God chose to deliver Peter from death and James through death. The text doesn’t say. ↗

— K. Howard Joslin

#deliverance #endurance #faith #martyrs #death

The mere mention of the Farakka Express, which jerks its way eastward each day from Delhi to Calcutta, is enough to throw even a seasoned traveller into fits of apoplexy. At a desert encampment on Namibia's Skeleton Coast, a hard-bitten adventurer had downed a peg of local fire-water then told me the tale. Farakka was a ghost train, he said, haunted by ghouls, Thuggees, and thieves. Only a passenger with a death wish would go anywhere near it. ↗

— Tahir Shah

#delhi #farakka-express #ghosts #india #travel

Galadir drew his sword, pointing it at the throat of the mother. «Be quiet! Never! It's just one, the Goddess whom I have entrusted my life: the Queen of the Underworld. And no one else.» Mewar drew a sweet smile and enigmatic. «Oh, no, my loving son, you're wrong. You've been promised, and this can not be changed. You will become one servant of the Goddess that I chose for you. And you can not do anything, if you do not subject yourself to her will - and now every God wants the same thing: the death of the Maid of Flames.» ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#change

I've been feeling down I've been looking round the town For somebody just like me But the only ones I see Are the dummies in the window They spend their money on clothes It saddens me to think That the only ones I see are mannequins Looking stupid, being used and being thin And I don't know why I hang around with them. The way they act, I'd rather be fat than be confused. ↗

— Belle and Sebastian

#the-model #money