#hunt

... Whereas Hunt recommended universal charity, Keats, feeling himself 'in a Mist', relied on a knowing passivity: 'Men should bear with each other - there lives not the Man who may not be cut up, aye hashed to pieces on his weakest side'. ↗

— Nicholas Roe

#compassion #keats #leigh-hunt #life

Great. Every time I thought I understood the rules, they changed. Why was it that the **** rules always seemed to change for the worse? ↗

— Anita Blake

#change

A man could shoot thirty ducks if it pleased him, and then shoot thirty more the next day, and it was perfectly legal. His hunting partner was likely to be the county sheriff. ↗

— Stefan Bechtel

#hunting #change

Hey, Dorkangelo, change of plans. Take the next right. ↗

— Pamela Clare Naked Edge

#change

Kate faced the crowd. They were just eyes and teeth to her, just spit and voices. It was a moment, even, before they became people: a man with one blind eye, another whose neck was thick with lumps and weeping wounds of scrofula. The poorest of the market. At Kate's feet, Drina. Her scarf and shirt were torn open. ↗

— Erin Bow

#courageous #friendship #loyalty #marketplace #mob

I’m here to take you on a date.” I blinked. “A date?” I repeated as if it was a foreign word I’d never heard before. “You know, where we go out, hold hands, cast longing glances at each other? It’s tradition. You might have heard of it.” “But I have class.” “Class?” Now he was looking at me as if I was speaking a different language. “But it’s ten o’clock at night.” “We have classes until midnight.” I smiled pointedly. “The thing about vampires is that they kind of like the night. It’s tradition. You might have heard of it?” “Oh, smart mouth.” He grinned back. “Sexy. ↗

— Alyxandra Harvey

#quinn #dating

To date, treasure-hunters have followed up clue after clue, including a dagger-marked tree, to no avail. If there is a fortune buried in Handcart Gulch, it is still safely hidden ↗

— Phyllis Flanders Dorset

#gold #treasure-hunt #dating

I'm going to die whatever you do, but I'm not afraid. ↗

— Erin Hunter

#death #erin #fireheart #firepaw #firestar

Black for hunting through the night For death and sorrow, the color’s white Gold for a bride in her wedding gown, And red to call enchantment down. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#shadowhunter #death

Women are impossible, witches are worse, and women who are powerful witches are going to be the death of me. ↗

— Cate Tiernan

#tynan-flannery #death