#pens

The new always happens against the overwhelming odds of statistical laws and their probability, which for all practical, everyday purposes amounts to certainty; the new therefore always appears in the guise of a miracle. ↗

— Hannah Arendt

#always #appears #certainty #everyday #guise

As one gets older, it happens that in the morning one fails to remember the airplane trip to be taken in a few hours or the lecture scheduled for the afternoon. ↗

— Rudolf Arnheim

#airplane #fails #few #gets #happens

Ideology... is indispensable in any society if men are to be formed, transformed and equipped to respond to the demands of their conditions of existence. ↗

— Louis Althusser

#conditions #demands #equipped #existence #formed

You know, Savannah, if you cry, I won’t tell anyone,’ Ken said quietly. ‘I promise. ↗

— Suzanne Brockmann

#romance #romantic #romantic-suspense #romantic

The terror is trapped inside of him and paralyzes him. He closes his eyes again and tries to drown out the scream - but it keeps ringing and ringing and ringing in his ears. ↗

— Suneeta Misra

#political-intrigue #romantic-suspense #thriller #women #young-adult

If I release you, you won't scream? I'd rather not continue the conversation like this." She shook her head, and he freed her. She scrambled away from him, feeling the grooves of the headboard bite into her back when she slammed into it. He sat back on her bed, his hands on his jean-clad thighs. The hair at his neck curled from dampness. "You don't have to be afraid of me." She almost laughed. "A stranger breaks in, and I'm supposed to be cool with that?" "Amy, we're not strangers. ↗

— Jaime Rush

#pnr #psychic #romantic-suspense #urban-fantasy #romantic

You’ve stopped crying. I’m glad. I don’t want you to cry anymore. ↗

— Tara Janzen

#romantic-suspense #romantic

One speck of dung will spoil the pot. In order to keep my thoughts on a high level, I put a positive construction on things. ↗

— Kathleen Rowland

#paranormal-romance #romantic-suspense #sensuous #romantic

(scene: Rock and Vanessa are in a tree house in the Costa Rican jungle) “Placing 9mms inside a pot and securing the lid–capuchin monkeys sometimes snuck in and messed with his stuff, and the last thing he wanted was to accidentally plugged by some light-fingered primate–he turned back around to find Vanessa’s head cocked, her lips pursed. ↗

— Julie Ann Walker

#romantic-suspense #romantic

Stay on my six, he said, nuzzling the hair at her ear and breathing deeply the sweet scent of her. You remember what that is, right? It's your ass. ↗

— Lynn Raye Harris

#romantic-suspense #romantic