#men

Terri had already gotten her panties into a bunch just from one little phone call, so he knew coming at her too much too fast would be more trouble than it was worth. He couldn’t exactly beat her into submission, not right away anyway. Although he did enjoy seeing her get all riled up. Nothing tugged at a man’s heartstrings like a pair of mascara smeared eyes. Randy from Spring Cleaning-- Coming Summer 2012 ↗

— Brandi Salazar

#dark #husband #marriage #stalker #women-s-fiction

I write because I'm free, because I can, because I will. I write because I must, because I'm breathing, because I'd go crazy otherwise, because it's who I am. I write to make a statement, to share my thoughts, to discover myself, to express my ideas. But most of all, I write for future generations. I write for love. I write to inspire. I write to encourage. I write for me. ↗

— Nadège Richards

#encouragement #future-generations #greatness #inspire #reading

Let's make progress, not excuses. ↗

— Justin Cotillard

#commitment #cotillard #difference #excuse #excuses

If it’s going to be a world with no time for sentiment, it’s not a world that I want to live in. ↗

— Christopher Isherwood

#inspirational #sentiment #inspirational

You cannot do what's important now for you if your mind cannot accept what is happening in this present moment. ↗

— John Kuypers

#inspirational-quotes #present-moment #self-improvement #inspirational

...but once more I say do as you please, for we women are born to this burden of being obedient to our husbands, though they be blockheads ↗

— Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

#marriage #women #marriage

Reflect upon your present blessings -- of which every man has many -- not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#gratefulness #misfortunes #reflection #men

That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history is the most important of all the lessons that history has to teach. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#lessons #men

He'll be cross if he sees I have been crying. They don't like you to cry. He doesn't cry. I wish to God I could make him cry. I wish I could make him cry and tread the floor and feel his heart heavy and big and festering in him. I wish I could hurt him like hell. He doesn't wish that about me. I don't think he even knows how he makes me feel. I wish he could know, without my telling him. They don't like you to tell them they've made you cry. They don't like you to tell them you're unhappy because of them. If you do, they think you're possessive and exacting. And then they hate you. They hate you whenever you say anything you really think. You always have to keep playing little games. Oh, I thought we didn't have to; I thought this was so big I could say whatever I meant. I guess you can't, ever. I guess there isn't ever anything big enough for that. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

#men

In old days books were written by men of letters and read by the public. Nowadays books are written by the public and read by nobody. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#bad-reviews #self-publishing #writing #men