#no

It is a peculiar part of the good photographer's adventure to know where luck is most likely to lie in the stream, to hook it, and to bring it in without unfair play and without too much subduing it. ↗

— James Agee

#bring #fair play #good #hook #know

My grandmother was a teacher, my sister was a teacher, my daughter was a teacher and is now a superintendent in northern California, and my son-in-law is a high school principal. I am surrounded. ↗

— Loni Anderson

#california #daughter #grandmother #high #high school

Anytime you do something from the heart, people just know it. ↗

— Brad Paisley

#heart #just #know #people #something

I have a to-do list and I have a farm I care for, and things I like to do for fun - going to movies and all that stuff. It's a painfully normal life! ↗

— Brad Paisley

#farm #fun #going #i #i care

You rented the apartment with a dead guy in the corner?” I shrugged. “I wanted the apartment, and I figured I could cover him up with a bookcase or something. ↗

— Darynda Jones

#humor #paranormal #humor

Phrase the question any way you like…The answer will still be ‘Kiss my ass. ↗

— M.A. George

#kiss-my-ass #paranormal-romance #sarcastic-humor #humor

That’s sad. How plastic and artificial life has become. It gets harder and harder to find something…real.” Nin interlocked his fingers, and stretched out his arms. “Real love, real friends, real body parts… ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#cyberpunk #materialism #meaning #plastic-surgery #reality

هناك أشياء كثيرة تجعل الأوطان مقابر ↗

— بدرية البشر

#home-town #novel #death

What did you say, Arthur?" "I said, how the hell did you get here?" "I was a row of dots flowing randomly through the Universe. Have you met Thor? He makes thunder." "Hello," said Arthur. "I expect that must be very interesting." "Hi," said Thor, "it is. ↗

— Douglas Adams

#humor #nonchalance #humor

He came up to me and kissed my neck, cupping the side of my face with his hand. He whispered, "Now give me your keys" "Over my dead body. ↗

— Elle Parker

#humor #seth #humor