#of

Nina sniffed, shifting her shoulders to look at the sky through the branches. "She's a sweet girl, but poor." Ire pricked through me, and the last of his charisma shredded. "Being poor is not an indication of potential or worth. It's a lack of resources. ↗

— Kim Harrison

#money #offended #opportunity #poor #potential

I threw so hard I thought my arm would fly right off my body. ↗

— Smokey Joe Wood

#body #fly #hard #i #off

I sometimes think that being widowed is God's way of telling you to come off the Pill. ↗

— Victoria Wood

#come #god #i #off #pill

He's gawking at me when I open the door. "Damn girl," he says, looking me over, "what the hell are you trying to do to me?" I look down at myself, still trying to wake up the rest of the way and realize I'm in those tiny cotton white shorts and varsity tee with no bra on underneath. Oh my God, my nipples are like beacons shining through my shirt! I cross my arms over my chest and try not to look at him i the eyes when he helps himself the rest of the way inside. "I was going to tell you to get dressed," he goes on, grinning as he walks into the room carrying his bags and the guitar, "but really, you can go just like that if you want." I shake my head, hiding the smile creeping up on my face. ↗

— J.A. Redmerski

#camryn-and-andrew #camryn-bennett #funny #j-a-redmerski #the-edge-of-never

I come before you to declare that my sex are entitled to the inalienable right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. ↗

— Victoria Woodhull

#come #declare #entitled #happiness #i

I clutched the basin of the sink as I checked my reflection. I was badly bruised on my neck and décolleté. I then realized my arms, abdomen and legs ached as if I worked out with heavy weights too hard the day before. My eyes flashed back to my neck. I traced the hand marks that left their anger in a violent green and purple pattern. I needed to wash myself. The smell of blood lingered upon my skin, turning my stomach. I heard Alexei tapping on the door but ignored him and stepped into the shower. The water felt caustic at first, causing the pain my attacker rendered upon my body to resurface, but soon we made peace, and I rested under the heat. I heard him come in, and he slowly moved the curtain back, allowing a rush of cool air to rape me once more. “Please, Dija. Say something.” I continued my determined vow of silence. The hurt was suppressed within my chest. ↗

— Rebekah Armusik

#gothic-memoirs #memoirs-of-a-gothic-soul #rebekah #vampire-novel #vampire-series

There have been trade-offs every day, every month, every year. There's a lot that I missed and I do have regrets in that area. But I have been able to bring to my family the richness of being a journalist. ↗

— Judy Woodruff

#area #been #being #bring #day

I did envisage being this successful as a player, but not all the hysteria around it off the golf course. ↗

— Tiger Woods

#being #course #did #envisage #golf

Adara, cease!" She froze at the sound of a voice she hadn't expected to hear. For a moment she thought she might be dreaming, until she blinked to look up into the most handsome face she'd ever known. She stared at the same blue eyes that made the tenderest of love to her. Christian. Her grip went lax and the candlestick in her hand fell to the floor. He was alive! She threw herself into his arms and held him close as giddy tears replaced her grief-induced ones. At least until her rage took hold again. "Damn you, you worthless, heartless son of a dog!" she snarled, pulling back to strike at his chest. "How dare you make me think you were dead! Don't you ever do such a thing to me again. " Christian was stunned by her language and actions. "I didn't know you could hear us through the door." She struck him again on his armor, a blow that no doubt he felt not at all, but it gave her some degree of satisfaction. "Well, think better next time." Her untoward anger amused him. Wiping the tears from her face, he kissed her tenderly. ↗

— Kinley MacGregor

#christian #kinley-macgregor #return-of-the-warrior #anger

And thus goes segregation which is the most far-reaching development in the history of the Negro since the enslavement of the race. ↗

— Carter G. Woodson

#enslavement #far-reaching #goes #history #most