#ola

Yes, boys are a little like shoes. Why? Well...They can be useful. But mainly...They are nice to look at. Getting the right one can be a lovely accessory to an outfit. There are times when you couldn't do without them. And there are times when you'd rather do without them. Get the wrong ones and they can hurt. There are many types and often the ones that look the nicest are completely unpractical. ↗

— Rachel Hill

#boys #chocolate #girls #humor #manga

she tried to stand up. It very nearly worked too … apart from the world spinning at great speed with some very pretty stars … then the ground leapt up and hit her quite hard, which was most unfair of it as she could not remember giving it any reason to … . Then the world went all fuzzy and she passed out. ↗

— Nicholas Reardon

#girls #humor #manga #reardon #humor

Everyone wants a piece of you. The trick is what piece to give. ↗

— Solange nicole

#humor #life #people #selfishness #society

Aww, you know my verbal stingers are only poisoned with love ↗

— Laurie Faria Stolarz

#humor #laurie-faria-stolarz #love #mocking #humor

You're important," Nicholas interrupted quietly catching her face and turning her to peer at him. "You're the most important thing in the world to me Jo. I love you. Let me have this moment. ↗

— Lynsay Sands

#love

Secret of happiness: eating chocolate as one makes love. Making love as one eat chocolate. ↗

— Guto Graca

#happiness #love

What is first seen as a loss is now seen as a gain. For he finds solitude, not in far off, quite places; he creates it out of himself, spreads it around him, wherever he may be, because he loves it and slowly he ripens in this tranquility. For the inner process is beginning to unfold, stillness is extraordinarily important. ↗

— Janwillem van de Wetering

#solar-plexus #tranquility #zen #love

There's nothing wrong with helping someone without a cost. Especially if there's no end return. ↗

— Solange nicole

#compassion-wisdom #love #people #selflessness #solange

Padre Blazon was almost shouting by this time, and I had to hush him. People in the restaurant were staring, and one or two of the ladies of devout appearance were heaving their bosoms indignantly. He swept the room with the wild eyes of a conspirator in a melodrama and dropped his voice to a hiss. Fragments of food, ejected from his mouth by this jet, flew about the table. [p.201] ↗

— Robertson Davies

#jungian-achetypes #old-man-humour #business

Sometimes John had recorded new compositions, or lines from his new poems. Sometimes he'd just record a busy night in The Green Man. Sometimes sheep, seals, skylarks, the wind turbine. If Liam were home there would be some Liam. The summer fair. The Fastnet Race. I would unfold my map of Clear Island. Those tapes prised the lid off homesickness and rattled out the contents, but always at the bottom was solace. ↗

— David Mitchell

#homesickness #solace #business