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Every single time it was grand. I loved the moment when you announce the stickup and everything suddenly goes brighter and sharper and the world seems to spin faster. You show them the gun and say hand it over and there's no telling what's going to happen in the next tick of the clock. ↗

— James Carlos Blake

#robbery #suspense #thrill #love

Would it be such a terrible thing for us to fall in love?" he asked. ... "Ask me again in the morning. ↗

— Donna Thurland

#ask #grey #kate #love #morning

Perhaps everything terrible is, in its deepest being, something that needs our love. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#evil #help #love #terrible #love

She loves mysteries that she became one. ↗

— John Green

#green #john #mystery #paper #town

I know for a fact that no matter where I go, the memory and the suffering of not being with you will cripple me. I will go to work, fire up my PC, only to check if you're online. I will hover the pointer to your name, it will pop your contact details--just the contact details, no photo, no one-liners, no sign of what we used to have--but I shall linger and stare at it for hours. I will attempt to start a chat, but will close it without even a word to type. I will try to divert my thoughts back to work. But will fail. I will always go back to you. One hour to another, it's 5 PM. I pack my things, unproductive for the day and smile. I'm doing that again tomorrow and the next. ↗

— CSTPimentel

#bothered #chat #computer #hopeful #love

Though sleep was dearly needed, it was not welcomed, for even in sleep I was tormented. ↗

— Dave Moore

#frantic-search #god #holy-spirit #hope #jesus

Love is a mistake when we're all going to die any day now. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#love

Since God exists outside of time, He also has all of the time He needs to personally act in each of our lives. There is never a rush to the next meeting or the next message. ↗

— Dillon Burroughs

#god-s-love #prayer #love

Practice transforms a skill into an art ↗

— Siddharth Joshi

#business #inspirational #leadership #practice #art

I lost the letter in rather embarrassing circumstances. We were to dine at Parramatta Government House that same evening, and Peter had come in early from harvesting the wheat, sitting down in all his dirt to read the precious missive. I sat beside him, fresh from my bath. And so handsome did my husband look, long legs sprawled in Dungaree trousers and frowning over my father's spiky hand, that I could not resist reaching out to smooth away the frown. He caught my hand to his lips, still reading, and then chancing to look up, and reading my face more swiftly than he would ever read the written word, pulled me onto his lap. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#jennifer-paynter #love #mary-bennet #peter-bushell #pride-and-prejudice