#fight

At the last minute, she bobbed left so that he stabbed the wall she'd hit, trapping the blade in the Sheetrock. As he went to try to get the thing free, she whirled around and nailed him in the gut with her backup blade, springing a hole in his lower intestines. Meeting his shocked stare, she said, "What, like you didn't think I'd have a second knife? Fucking idiot. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#spring

The afternoon breeze would incite to a weird and flabby activity all that crowded mass of clothing, with its vague suggestions of drowned, mutilated and flattened humanity. Trunks without heads waved at you arms without hands; legs without feet kicked fantastically with collapsible flourishes; and there were long white garments, that taking the wind fairly through their neck openings edged with lace, became for a moment violently distended as by the passage of obese and invisible bodies. On these days you could make out that ship at a great distance by the multi-coloured grotesque riot going on abaft her mizzen-mast. ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#fighting #ship-life #shipping #life

Learn to value yourself, which means: fight for your happiness. ↗

— Ayn Rand

#happiness #learn #happy

Are you still mad at me?" "Yes." "I'll go back to sleep, then." "Good. ↗

— E.L. James

#fifty-shades-freed #sleep #fighting

No, thank you," said Adrian. "These hands don't sully themselves with fighting. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#fighting

Too much of anything can make you sick, even the good can be a curse - Cheryl Cole ↗