#ore

Ronan was normally a shy guy with the nerdy classes and was never a hit with the babes and thought he was been offered it on a plate. He had died and gone to heaven, been in the limelight was all good. This stout was great stuff it totally relaxed him and made him cool and the babes loved it. Who would have guessed it Ronan was a sex machine? He wriggled his hips and enjoyed the moment oblivious to Katie’s glares and killer looks from the edge of the dance floor. Katie stood with a raised complexion with her hands folded across her chest and tapped her heels in irritation. It did her no good, nobody noticed”. ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#annette-j-dunlea #irish-writer #love

I love you forever. I am sorry I cannot love you now. ↗

— Nick Harkaway

#heartache #heartbreak #love #love-hurts #love-letter

Because you’re not a one-night girl, Irish.” (...) “You’re my forever girl. ↗

— K.A. Tucker

#irish #love #love

Do you speak Gaelic Noah? she suddenly asked. His heart clenched. It actually hurt, as though spikes of steel had been dug into it. should I? Maybe not... ↗

— Lora Leigh

#lora-leigh #nathan-malone #noah-blake #sabella #sad-love

Best way to live in California is to be from somewheres else. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#foreigners #home #settling #strangers #men

If women are differentiated only by superficial physical attributes, men appear more individual and irreplaceable than they really are. ↗

— Shulamith Firestone

#men

White-crested waves crash on the shore. The masts sway violently, every which way. In the gray sky the gulls are circling like white flakes. Rain squalls blow past like gray slanting sails, and blue gaps open in the sky. The air brightens. A cold silvery evening. The moon is overhead, and down below, in the water; and all around it-a wide frame of old, hammered, scaly silver. Etched on the silver-silent black fishing boats, tiny black needles of masts, little black men casting invisible lines into the silver. And the only sounds are the occasional plashing of an oar, the creaking of an oarlock, the springlike leap and flip-flop of a fish. ("The North") ↗

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

#boats #moon #night #shore #storm

As to the war with Japan, the President had already received my memorandum in general as to the possibility of getting a substantial unconditional surrender from Japan which I had written before leaving Washington and which he had approved. ↗

— Henry L. Stimson

#approved #before #general #getting #had

He was prepared to die for it, as one of Baudelaire's dandies might have been prepared to kill himself in order to preserve himself in the condition of a work of art, for he wanted to make this experience a masterpiece of experience which absolutely transcended the everyday. And this would annihilate the effects of the cruel drug, boredom, to which he was addicted although, perhaps, the element of boredom which is implicit in an affair so isolated from the real world was its principle appeal for him. ↗

— Angela Carter

#baudelaire #boredom #love #art

Men lose more conquests by their own awkwardness than by any virtue in the woman. ↗

— Ninon de L'Enclos

#awkwardness #conquests #lose #men #more