#matthew

The happiest people don’t bother about whether life is unfair. They just concentrate on what they have. ↗

— Andrew Matthews

#happiness #happiness-in-hard-times #life

The armored men counted to three, then burst inside the flat, shouting impressive things like "clear!" or "go go go!" as they did. Oda said, "Gum?" "You chew gum?" "No. but I always carry it, to use as barter when visiting prisons." "Do you see how I'm not asking you?" "Smart. ↗

— Kate Griffin

#matthew-swift #oda #the-midnight-mayor #men

So...I suggest you try and get control over your more unusual nature, see if you can't coax those claws away, and I'll try very, very hard not to throw up over what's left of your shoes. How does that sound? ↗

— Kate Griffin

#matthew-swift #shapeshifter #nature

Thanks, but no thanks. I need my makeup honey. - Carol ↗

— Matthew Leeth

#horror #makeup #matthew-leeth #scary #she-was-different

Phish and Dave Matthews really know their audiences and really treat them well. ↗

— Jimmy Buffett

#dave #dave matthews #know #matthews #phish

We knew Chris Matthews had no shame. Now we also know the king of TV ghouls has no souls. ↗

— Michelle Malkin

#chris #chris matthews #had #king #knew

I like Daughtry, I like Nickelback, I like Dave Matthews. I like Beyonce - she's a really good entertainer. ↗

— Grace Slick

#dave #dave matthews #entertainer #good #i

And hope is but a dream of those that wake. ↗

— Matthew Prior

#hope #inspirational #matthew #namesake #prior

In my arms is a woman who has given me a Skywatcher's Cloud Chart, a woman who knows all my secrets, a woman who knows just how messed up my mind is, how many pills I'm on, and yet she allows me to hold her anyway. There's something honest about all this, and I cannot imagine any other woman lying in the middle of a frozen soccer field with me - in the middle of a snowstorm even - impossibly hoping to see a single cloud break free of a nimbostratus. ↗

— Matthew Quick

#imagination

Somewhere in the center of my soul, a rusty chain began to unwind. It freed itself, link by link, from where it had rested, unobserved, waiting for him. My hands, which had been balled up and pressed against his chest, unfurled with it. The chain continued to drop, to an unfathomable depth where there was nothing but darkness and Matthew. At last it snapped to its full length, anchoring me to a vampire. Despite the manuscript, despite the fact that my hands contained enough voltage to run a microwave, and despite the photograph, as long as I was connected to him, I was safe. ↗

— Deborah Harkness

#matthew-clairmont #discovery