#hell

Ladies let me give you some advice: Men will treat you the way you let them. There is no such thing as “deserving” respect; you get what you demand from people, ↗

— Tucker Max

#ladies #truth #words-of-wisdom #men

When someone loves you so much that He dies for you, you can trust that any rewards He promises are going to be good. ↗

— David Servant

#hell #money #radical #reward #stewardship

Money, is just paper that will burn with the judgement, but a mindset for the truth, is like a fountain of waters that will carry them through. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#judgement #money #truth #money

I don't mean like balls-in-your-face or gifts of pornography and butt plugs romantic, just cute, over-the-pants, PG-13 movie stuff. ↗

— Frances Winkler

#funny-as-hell #pornography #romantic-comedy-weird #movies

Music takes me to places of illimitable sensual and insensate joy, accessing points of ecstasy that no angelic lover could ever locate, or plunging me into gibbering weeping hells of pain that no torturer could ever devise". ↗

— Stephen Fry

#hells #moab #music #pain #stephen-fry

Hell is full of musical amateurs: music is the brandy of the damned. May not one lost soul be permitted to abstain? ↗

— George Bernard Shaw

#hell #music #music

Sounds of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain awaken'd flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#to-a-skylark #music

All I know is that my life is filled with little pockets of silence. When I put a record on the turntable, for example, there`s a little interval-between the time the needle touches down on the record and the time the music actually starts-during which my heart refuses to beat. All I know is that between the rings of the telephone, between the touch of a button and the sound of the radio coming on, between the dimming of the lights at the cinema and the start of the film, between the lightning and the thunder, between the shout and the echo, between the lifting of a baton and the opening bars of a symphony, between the dropping of a stone and the plunk that comes back from the bottom of a well, between the ringing of the doorbell and the barking of the dogs I sometimes catch myself, involuntarily, listening for the sound of my mother`s voice, still waiting for the tape to begin. ↗

— Robert Hellenga

#music

I knew it was Peter playing. I fancied he was trying to tell me something - an absurd idea, but it persisted - 'I may not be able to spell, but just you listen to this. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#embarrassment #jane-austen #jennifer-paynter #love #mary-bennet

Dmitri was at a total loss. It was a common reaction for people when I agreed to do something reasonable. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #rose-hathaway #sacrifice