#nine

I heard one presidential candidate say that what this country needed was a president for the nineties. I was set to run again. I thought he said a president IN his nineties. ↗

— Ronald Reagan

#nineties #president #humor

I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#life #nineteen #road #years #death

I guess that’s the thing about riding on cloud nine—it can’t last forever. And that particular fall was hard and fast. ↗

— Hannah Harrington

#fall #happiness #life #life

During the night he'd kicked off a sock; his toes were plump as early peas; it was all she could do not to taste his caramel skin. So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him,you swallowed him whole. Love was sustenance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#nineteen-minutes #selena #love

I was all alone, you were all I had. Love you, you were all mine. Love me, I was yours right. I was yours right. ↗

— Tegan Quin

#sara-quin #tegan-and-sara #tegan-quin #the-con #love

When I was nineteen," she said, "I was in love with being in love, I think. And I was given no chance to discover how deep - or not deep - that love would have gone. ↗

— Mary Balogh

#nineteen #love

I knew that I had turned my world back to cinders, sunk my lovely ship with my own stupid, wicked hands. ↗

— Mary Stewart

#nine-coaches-waiting #ruin #self-destruction #love

I am about tribal feminine power. As a leader, I may stumble but my essence lives to the future-- of my people, of my literature, of my art. And when a tribesman turn against its leader, that tribe will become two. It may faulter my course, but it will not stifle my ending. I rule only among my believers. ↗

— Kristie LeVangie

#belief #essence #faith #family #feminine

Huysmans takes the old trope of moon-as-woman and replaces its romantic connotations with decadent ones: the moon here is woman as clamorous lunatic, as convulsive epileptic. ↗

— Charles Bernheimer

#joris-karl-huysmans #lunatic #moon #romantic

Um, there's a girl meeting her friend,' he went on. 'Her friend is giving her an ice-cream cone. Oh-it's dripping. Huh. It, uh, dripped on her...chest.' Iggy drew in a hissing breath. It's gonna stain for sure,' the Gasman said. 'That's chocolate.' Hmm,' Fang said, watching, the girl dab at her chest with a paper napkin. ↗

— James Patterson

#sports