#kin

[in reference to turkey bowling] He [Tommy] squinted and picked his target, then took his steps and sent the bird sliding down the aisle. A collective gasp rose from the crew as the fourteen-pound, self-basting, fresh-frozen projectile of wholesome savory goodness plowed into the soap bottles like a freight train into a chorus line of drunken grandmothers. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#christopher-moore #love

Passivity is corrosive to the soul; it feeds on feelings of integrity and pride, and it can be as tempting as a drug. ↗

— Caroline Knapp

#love

Run, sweetheart, run. ↗

— Rae Hachton

#heartbreak #hearts #horror #love #lovers

He just watched the way Finnikin’s hands rested on Evanjalin’s neck and he rubbed his thumb along her jaw and the way his tongue seemed to disappear inside her mouth as if he needed a part of her to breathe himself. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#finnikin #froi #kiss #love #love

If you can live with less of what you have. You can be more of who you are. ↗

— Celso Cukierkorn

#kindness #love #love

I watched you try on suits in Hugo Boss.‘For the big job,’ you said. And I laughed, because I knew I would never see it. I’d never get up and watch you put it on and walk out of the door. I would never be the one that you came home to. ↗

— Kate Chisman

#affairs #betrayal #betrayals #heartbreak #heartbreaking

Loving means losing control of our schedule, our money, and our time. When we love we cease to be the master and become a servant. ↗

— Paul Miller

#love

We begin to resemble what we focus on. If we devote our lives to our jobs, then we mentally take the office to our daughter’s lacrosse game. ↗

— Paul Miller

#love

Surely God loves to get out of church buildings and go visit people where they hunger for reality. ↗

— Dylan Morrison

#love

I’m really not hungry,” she repeated, lifting the coffee cup and inhaling the fragrant steam before sipping. “Just a few bites,” he cajoled, taking his own place beside her. “You need to keep up your strength for tonight.” She gave him a heated, slumberous look, remembering her fantasy. “Why? Are you planning something special?” “I suppose I am,” he said consideringly. “It’s special every time we make love. ↗

— Linda Howard

#eat #making-love #love