#hum

If you are to survive, you need to put your stubbornness aside and listen to me.” “Oh, I just love that idea. ↗

— Devon Monk

#love

Lady Middleton piqued herself upon the elegance and extravagance of her table, and all her domestic arrangements; she loved to surprise English visitors with displays of hospitality native to her homeland, such as flavouring her soups with monkey urine and not telling anyone she had done so until the bowl had been drained. ↗

— Ben H. Winters

#love

White people love rock climbing almost more than they love camping. This is because the activity affords them the opportunity to be outside, to use a carabiner for something other than their keys, and to purchase a whole new set of expensive activity-specific clothing and accessories. ↗

— Christian Lander

#recreation #rock-climbing #white-people #love

Though reason must guide us in laying down standards and laws regarding animals, and in examining the arguments of those who reject such standards, it is usually best in any moral inquiry to start with the original motivation, which in the case of animals we may without embarrassment call love. Human beings love animals as only the higher love the lower, the knowing love the innocent, and the strong love the vulnerable. When we wince at the suffering of animals, that feeling speaks well of us even when we ignore it, and those who dismiss love for our fellow creatures as mere sentimentality overlook a good and important part of our humanity. ↗

— Matthew Scully

#humanity #love #love

What I remember most clearly is how it felt. I’d just finished painting a red fire engine-like the one I often walked past near my grandparents’ house. Suddenly the teachers, whose names I've long forgotten, closed in on my desk. They seemed unusually impressed, and my still dripping fire engine was immediately and ceremoniously pinned up. I don’t know what they might have said, but their unexpected attention and having something I’d made given a place of honor on the wall created an overwhelming and totally unfamiliar sense of pride inside me. I loved that feeling, and I wanted to feel it again and again. That desire, I suppose, was the beginning of my career. I have no idea where my fire engine painting ended up, but I never forgot the basic layout. Several decades later, it served as the inspiration for this sketch for an illustration in a book called Why the chicken crossed the Road. ↗

— David Macaulay

#humor #inspirational #funny

His words slow my pulse. His fingers, square and even, feel nonpareil entwined with mine. He is symmetry. He is color. "Never," I tell him. "I will never go away." "You're sure about that?" "I'm sure I can't live with a Ram-sized hole in my chest." "That would be a pretty big hole, I think," Ram says. "Don't be so sure. You're short." "Hey," Ram protests. "I worry for you on carnival rides." "I get on carnival rides just fine, thanks." "The operator doesn't stop you?" "Tim," He pauses. "Sometimes. ↗

— Rose Christo

#love #love

There had been an attempt to humiliate him. It had not succeeded. He had paid, but pain, like pleasure, has no duration. Pride was an entity more persistent. ↗

— Jack Vance

#pain #pleasure #pride #love

All love is socioeconomic. It’s the gradients in status that make arousal possible. ↗

— Gary Shteyngart

#gary-shteyngart #humor #love #russian-debutante-s-handbook #socioeconomics

One of the things I love about labeling myself as an author is that I can read books and call it "researching writing styles." --Mike Mankoff ↗

— Mike Mankoff

#love

What a situation!' cried Miss Squeers; '...What is the reason that men fall in love with me, whether I like it or not, and desert their chosen intendeds for my sake?' 'Because they can't help it, miss,' replied the girl; 'the reason's plain.' (If Miss Squeers were the reason, it was very plain.) ↗

— Charles Dickens

#humor #plain #vanity #love