#hr

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. ↗

— John Keats

#days #fanny-brawne #fifty-common-years #letter #love

Not knowing is half the fun," Aphrodite said, "Exquisitely painful isn't it? Not being sure who you love and who loves you? Oh, you kids! It's so cute I'm going to cry! ↗

— Rick Riordan

#aphrodite #grover #hades #percy-jackson #posideon

The wind blew my words away from you. So while I told you I love you, the phrase was carried in the opposite direction and landed 333 miles away in the ears of a confused farmer. He was nice, though. He sent me a kind letter saying that while he was flattered, I wasn’t really his type. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#distance #farmer #farmers #kindness #land

Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time. ↗

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

#love

My idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very simple: loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that? ↗

— Bob Hope

#love

The music coming from inside sounded like robots fucking. And complaining about it. In rhythmic monotone. European robots. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#you-suck #love

Don't be an asshole" Rhage summed up the regurgitation with two words: "Kettle.Black." Fucking hell. "Did you guys plan that out?" "Yeah and if you don't fight us"- Hollywood bit down on the grape Tootsie Pop-"we'll do it again- only with the dance moves this time" "Spare me." "Fine.Unless you agree to home it,we WILL rock the dance moves." To prove the point ,the moron linked his palms behind his head and started doing something obscene with his hips. Which was backed up by a series of,"Uh-huh,uh-huh,ohhhh, yeeeeeeah,who's your daddy..." The others looked at Rhage like he'd grown a horn in the middle of his forehead. Nothing unusual there. And Tohr knew that, in spite of this ridiculous diversion,if he didn't cave,the lot of them would crawl so far up his ass,he'd be coughing up shitkickers. Rhage wheeled around,shoved out his butt,and started slapping his moneymaker like it was bread dough. "For the love of the Virgin Scribe,"Z muttered "put us out of this misery, and go the fuck home" Someone else chimed in, "You know, I never thought there were advantages to being blind..." "Or deaf" "Or mute," somebody added ↗

— J.R. Ward

#humor #tohr #humor

Lukewarm living and claiming Christ's name simultaneously is utterly disgusting to God. ↗

— Francis Chan

#love

And then Tohr said softly, "I'm lucky to have found love, I thank the Scribe Virgin every day that Wellsie is in my life." Wrath's Temper surged, set off by something he couldn't put his finger on. "You're pathetic." Tohr hissed. "And you've been dead for hundreds of years. You're just too mean to find a grave and lie down." Wrath threw the leather jacket on the floor. "At least I'm not pussy whipped." Nice. F*cking. Suit. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#wrath #life

Love is larger than the walls which shut it in. ↗

— Corrie Ten Boom

#love #love