#me

A brick could help me hold down a job. Hey, in an economy as bad as this, every little bit helps. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick #brick-and-blanket #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #depression

The Proclaimers thunder through my head. Imagine it. Imagine killing someone to the tune of two Scottish nerds wearing glasses and flattop haircuts. How will I ever listen to that song again? What will I do if it comes on the radio? I'll think of the night I murdered another man and stole his life with my own hands. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#murder #the-proclaimers #imagination

Daphne, whatever you could think of in your wildest imagination, there is a game for it and probably has been for a thousand years.' He pulled off his shirt and advanced on her. 'For example, there is the lovely lady taken up against the wall game. I'll show you how it is played. ↗

— Madeline Hunter

#humor #sex-games #imagination

Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear his heart softly pounding Yes, and only if he was lying by me Would I lie in my bed once again. ↗

— Bob Dylan

#song #tomorrow-is-a-long-time #love

But what I thought, and what I still think, and always will, is that she saw me. Nobody else has ever seen me — me, Jenny Gluckstein — like that. Not my parents, not Julian, not even Meena. Love is one thing — recognition is something else. ↗

— Peter S. Beagle

#love #love

With a chuckle, Jack mumbled under his breath to Nick. 'It's like watching the preppy, well-bred versions of you and me trash-talking. ↗

— Julie James

#jack-pallas #julie-james #nick-mccall #love

The collar had restrained his winds but not killed them. They uncoiled from behind the shadows, ready to surround her, to lift her up, to carry her away with only Ariel’s silk-clad arms wrapped about her to keep her from falling. Spirare, they whispered to her like an incantation. Breathe us in. Bertie didn’t mean to, but she inhaled, and everything inside her was a spring morning, a rose opening its petals to the sun, the light coming through the wavering glass of an old, diamond-paned window. Tendrils of wind reached for Bertie with a coaxing hand. Release him, and he will love you. ↗

— Lisa Mantchev

#ariel #bertie #romance-novels #wind #love

Men and women think about love differently. The main difference is that men simply don’t think about it. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#men #think #thinking #women #love

Love may precede respect but it cannot survive the loss of it. ↗

— Joe L. Wheeler

#grief #loss #love #love

Adam has always had . . . heroic tendencies.” I touched Adam’s arm. “He’s my hero.” There was another pause. . . “That is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard you say,” Bran said. “Be careful, Adam, or you’ll turn her into a real girl.” Adam looked at me. “I like her just the way she is, Bran.” And he meant it, greasy overalls, broken fingernails, and all. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#bran-cornick #hero #humor #love #mercy-thompson