#mis

One evening, at the time of the Six-Day War, I [Christopher Hitchens] had my wicked way with a lovely lady, who had earlier intimated that she did not perhaps find me entirely repulsive. We procured a decent room, as I remember, at the Cadogan Hotel. Perhaps a little flown with wine, I asked her to don a Martin Amis face mask which I had—with a combination of sticky tape, elastic bands, cardboard, and a much-treasured photograph—prepared earlier. The fair damsel was happy to oblige, and thus attired she permitted me to embark on the hugely agreeable pathway to libidinous fulfillment. ↗

— Craig Brown

#martin-amis #six-day-war #love

Don't be so cruel to me. Don't promise me anything. I've got everything that i need. I need love in a good way. ↗

— Tegan Quin

#don-t-be-so-cruel-to-me #don-t-promise-me-anything #dont-be-so-cruel #i-need-love #i-ve-got-everything-that-i-need

Here is the test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished: if you're alive, it isn't. ↗

— Richard Bach

#alive #earth #find #finished #here

It’s well to have such a comfortable assurance regarding the worth of those we love. I only wish you may not find your confidence misplaced. ↗

— Anne Brontë

#confidence #misplace #love

I been talkin' with my buddy, and he thinks I'm virgin enough fer the two of us. ↗

— William Inge

#humor #love #promiscuity #sex #virginity

Harris loved to read and he shared everything he read. He read to whoever happened to be in the room from whatever paper he happened to be making his way through. Ann Landers and the horoscope, of course, headlines, cartoons, Miss Manners, Heloise, the lives of others, in many forms, long articles on astronomy or anthropology, political pieces, op-ed pieces, book reviews, church bazaars, executions, plane crashes, disco artists, whatever caught his interest. ↗

— Lewis Nordan

#love

If I had to live my life again, I'd make the same mistakes, only sooner. ↗

— Tallulah Bankhead

#again #had #i #life #live

...I know I misplace my glasses - the one's I don't need - you roll your eyes - but I don't misplace my love ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #misplace-things #love

...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, treads on the ground... ↗

— John Geddes

#mistress #poet #love

His house to me was a child was a heart of happiness. If there is a wonder childhood possesses which makes it forever superior to what shall come after, it is the happy and uncritical love of whatever is happy, place or person, it does not matter which. ↗

— Elizabeth Spencer

#happiness #love #mississippi-authors #love