#hai

Trehan &Lothaire “My Bride poisoned me so that I would lose a match against the demon male she loves.” Lothaire hiked his shoulders. “So?” “Did you not hear me? She dumped toxins into a goblet of blood, then handed it to me, urging me to drink” “Who doesn’t have petty spats during courtship? So fucking what?” “So she doesn’t fucking want me!” Lothaire roared back, “She doesn’t get a godsdamned say in the matter!” “Trehan’s brows drew together. “What are you advising “advising—that I abduct her? As you recently did the Forbearer king? And your Bride before him?” Lothaire snapped his fingers. “Exactly ↗

— Kresley Cole

#lothaire #love

Nous ne savons pas encore que nous sommes une force, une seule force: tous les habitants, tous les nègres des plaines et des mornes réunis. Un jour, quand nous aurons compris cette vérité, nous nous lèverons d'un point à l'autre du pays et nous ferons l'assemblée générale des gouverneurs de la rosée, le grand coumbite des travailleurs de la terre pour défricher la misère et planter la vie nouvelle. ↗

— Jacques Roumain

#inspirational #inspirational

O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly! ↗

— Kobayashi Issa

#haiku #persistence #struggle #buddhism

It was a smooth silvery voice that matched her hair. It had a tiny tinkle in it, like bells in a doll's house. I thought that was silly as soon as I thought of it. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#humour #metaphor #simile #simile

Symbolic of life, hair bolts from our head[s]. Like the earth, it can be harvested, but it will rise again. We can change its color and texture when the mood strikes us, but in time it will return to its original form, just as Nature will in time turn our precisely laid-out cities into a weed-way. ↗

— Diane Ackerman

#life #nature #touch #change

We have problems which will be addressed by Haitians. ↗

— Jean-Bertrand Aristide

#haitians #problems #which #will

Amorous cat, alas You too must yowl with your love... or even worse, without! ↗

— Yaha

#love #love

Old pond — frogs jumped in — sound of water ↗

— Matsuo Bashō

#poetry-love-spirituality #love

...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?... ↗