#mona

When life gives you lemons. . . You might as well shove 'em where the sun don't shine, because you sure as hell aren't ever going to see any lemonade. ↗

— Rob Thurman

#lemonade #lemons #nightlife #humor

I got home from the FBi that day, put on my pajamas got a pint of Chunky Monkey, and watched 'The Notebook'. Five times. Everyone left me alone. I suspect they were a little afraid of me. I went up to my room and listened to Taylor Swift's 'White Horse' on replay, knowing she was the only person in the world who could relate. ↗

— Annabel Monaghan

#digit #farrah #lol #lol

The stench that surrounded me suggested that the tarp over my face had been previously used either to transport fertiliser or as toilet paper. ↗

— Annabel Monaghan

#digit #lol #lol

Our English monarchs are so unimaginative,” said Eldric. “They execute people in such tediously conventional ways. ↗

— Franny Billingsley

#humor #monarchy #humor

[A]s though mindful of the wife of Lot, who looked back from behind him, thou deliveredst me first to the sacred garments and monastic profession before thou gavest thyself to God. And for that in this one thing thou shouldst have had little trust in me I vehemently grieved and was ashamed. For I (God [knows]) would without hesitation precede or follow thee to the Vulcanian fires according to thy word. For not with me was my heart, but with thee. But now, more than ever, if it be not with thee, it is nowhere. For without thee it cannot anywhere exist. ↗

— Héloïse d'Argenteuil

#celibacy #convent #dignity #following #grief

...men unite against none so readily as against those whom they see attempting to rule over them. ↗

— Xenophon

#monarchy #war #men

Will not the Senorita trust me?" Ramona smiled faintly through her tears. "Yes," she said. "I will trust you. You are Alessandro, are you not?" "Yes, Senorita," he answered, greatly surprised, "I am Alessandro. ↗

— Helen Hunt Jackson

#ramona #trust #love

He stopped. She heard the intake of his breath. “You are my country, Desdemona.” Yearning, harsh and poignant and she felt herself swaying toward him. “My Egypt. My hot, harrowing desert and my cool, verdant Nile, infinitely lovely and unfathomable and sustaining.” She gasped. His gaze fell, shielded by his lashes. An odd, half-mocking smile played about his lips. “You’ll never hear old Blake say something like that.” She swallowed, unable to speak, her senses abraded by his stimulating words, her pulse hammering in anticipation? Trepidation? “Remember my words next time he calls you a bloody English rose. ↗

— Connie Brockway

#egypt #harry #love #rose #love

Entomologist Dr. Ovid Byron speaking to television journalist, Tina, who says, re. global warming, "Scientists of course are in disagreement about whether this is happening and whether humans have a role." He replies: "The Arctic is genuinely collapsing. Scientists used to call these things the canary in the mine. What they say now is, The canary is dead. We are at the top of Niagara Falls, Tina, in a canoe. There is an image for your viewers. We got here by drifting, but we cannot turn around for a lazy paddle back when you finally stop pissing around. We have arrived at the point of an audible roar. Does it strike you as a good time to debate the existence of the falls?" p.367 ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#climate-crisis #monarch-butterflies #change

The truth is that Monash and Melbourne Universities are almost exactly the same in as far as the Economics/Commerce faculty goes. No University can fully prepare you for the real world. Melbourne has name and prestige while the economics and statistics departments at Monash are renowned for their research. ↗

— Bryon

#inspirational #melbourne-university #monash-university #inspirational