#mo

لا يمكن للحب أن يكون مبكرًا أبدًا ↗

— Isabel Allende

#memoir #love

He leaned forward and plucked something out of my hair. “What—?” He held the dead leaf before me. “Must have gotten that rolling around with Alexi in the backyard.” I blinked and looked at him. “That sounded so wrong.” He nodded, eyebrow quirked. Waiting. “I’m trying to learn a few things from your more experienced brother so I’m ready for our big event.” His expression didn’t change. “Yee-ahhh. Not any better, huh?” I laughed. Our big event could mean two vastly different things to Pietr. “Lemme just run through the other ways I could get this wrong: Alexi’s teaching me some moves. He’s trying to put the hurt on me. He was putting me into some positions I’ve never tried before.…” I snorted. I couldn’t help myself. A muscle near Pietr’s left eye twitched. “He’s teaching me to fight!” I laughed, grabbing his wrists. ↗

— Shannon Delany

#puns #change

Wonderful. Gives a whole new meaning to flour power. You'll undoubtedly change the world, one fruitcake at a time. ↗

— Kimberly Frost

#humor #change

When you feel down and out you must reach up and out--to Spirit! Our strength will only resonate deep within your souls if you open your heart and minds with us. ↗

— Jim Fargiano

#happiness #inner-strength #love #motivation #spiritual

I loved Duncan and I loved being his mother but I wasn't sure I was prepared to be only his mother. Before we were even married, when Russell and I had gotten our dog, Humbert, I had walked him early one morning, and as I stood on a line for coffee, someone had offered him a dog treat. "I always ask the mommy first," she said, looking at him expectantly. "Oh, I'm not his mother," I said, "I'm just his...friend," and she looked at me with complete contempt. "You're his mother," she had scolded, "Poor dog. ↗

— Jennifer Belle

#dog-walking #dogs #motherhood #parenthood #pet-owner

If you are to survive, you need to put your stubbornness aside and listen to me.” “Oh, I just love that idea. ↗

— Devon Monk

#love

Por última vez en la vida se preguntó si había malgastado su amor en una mujer que solo daba su amor hasta que llegaba el momento de retirarlo. Apartó el pensamiento de su cabeza. Había entregado su corazón esta única vez en la vida y se consideraba afortunado de haber tenido ocasión de hacerlo. La cuestión de si ella era digna de su amor carecía de sentido. Su corazón había contestado a esa pregunta hacía mucho tiempo ↗

— Salman Rushdie

#love #love

Lady Middleton piqued herself upon the elegance and extravagance of her table, and all her domestic arrangements; she loved to surprise English visitors with displays of hospitality native to her homeland, such as flavouring her soups with monkey urine and not telling anyone she had done so until the bowl had been drained. ↗

— Ben H. Winters

#love

White people love rock climbing almost more than they love camping. This is because the activity affords them the opportunity to be outside, to use a carabiner for something other than their keys, and to purchase a whole new set of expensive activity-specific clothing and accessories. ↗

— Christian Lander

#recreation #rock-climbing #white-people #love

It's one thing to say you think someone "hung the moon" but that generally means you are blind and deluded, and then the relationship fails because they say you changed, when really, they never saw you at all...The real test is if someone sees all your flaws or blemishes or individual differences, and they still think you hung the moon. ↗

— Kelli Jae Baeli

#love #relationships #romance #love