#fee

She didn't know what Liam made his coffee with, but it had to be magical sparkles and crack beans, because it was the most delicious stuff she'd ever tasted. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#humor #humor

The joke was that President Bush only declared war when Starbucks was hit. You can mess with the U.N. all you want, but when you start interfering with the right to get caffeinated, someone has to pay. ↗

— Chris Kyle

#american #bush #caffeine #coffee #humor

A morning coffee is my favorite way of starting the day, settling the nerves so that they don't later fray. ↗

— Marcia Carrington

#habits #human-nature #humor #morning #humor

Want to talk about it?" I asked gently. He smirked at me. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm a guy. We don't do that." My nose scrunched up in confusion. "We don't discuss our feelings." "That's a relief; I don't want to talk about it either. ↗

— Lani Woodland

#humor #humor

Rich said, "As your get older, feelings are harder to come by." It was so simple and poignant. ↗

— Questlove

#feelings #life #age

Using your talent, hobby or profession in a way that makes you contribute with something good to this world is truly the way to go. ↗

— Simon Zingerman

#business #creativity #feel-good #good-hearted #goodness

The happiest people in the world are those who feel absolutely terrific about themselves, and this is the natural outgrowth of accepting total responsibility for every part of their life. ↗

— Brian Tracy

#absolutely #accepting #every #feel #happiest

You make me love books and the words inside them, because they talk about you. I know they do, they tell me that I love you, not as cliché as I write it, but in the warmest, deepest, calmest words I could ever read. I love you, like the books say it. And I'll find a better way to say it one day. ↗

— Nema Al-Araby

#cliche #feelings #love #reading #love

Facts are too busy being true to worry about how you feel about them. ↗

— Dan Wells

#feelings #business

I took the thin magazine from the pouch in front of me and began to thumb through it. I felt self-conscious, as if I shouldn't be there. My mind began to wander, as I knew it would, back to the boonies. I was on patrol again. Monaco was on point. Peewee and Walowick followed him. Lobel and Brunner were next, then Johnson, the sixty cradled in his arm as if it were a child. We were walking the boonies, past rice paddies, toward yet another hill. I was in the rear, and for some reason I turned back. Behind me, trailing the platoon, were the others. Brew, Jenkins, Sergeant Dongan, Turner, and Lewis, the new guys, and Lieutenant Carroll. I knew I was mixing my prayers, but it didn't matter. I just wanted God to care for them, to keep them whole. I knew they were thinking about me and Peewee. ↗

— Walter Dean Myers

#fallen-angels #my-feels #soldiers #vietnam #war