#r

Out of Ireland have we come. Great hatred, little room, Maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb A fanatic heart. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#hatred

Goodness, real goodness, has it's own sort of cruelty to it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#goodness #jem #cruelty

The Viscount stepped into the room. "Came to see if you was dead," he said. "Laid Pom odds you weren't." Lethbridge passed his hand across his eyes. "I'm not," he replied in a faint voice. "No. I'm sorry," said the Viscount simply. He wandered over to the table and sat down. "Horry said she killed you, Pom said So she might, I said No. Nonsense." Lethbridge still holding a hand to his aching head tried to pull himself together. "Did you?" he said. His eyes ran over his self invited guest. "I see. Let me assure you once more that I am very much alive." "Well I wish you'd put your wig on," complained the Viscount. "What I want to know is why did Horry hit you on the head with a poker?" Lethbridge gingerly felt his bruised scalp. "With a poker was it? Pray ask her, though I doubt if she will tell you." "You shouldn't keep the front door open," said the Viscount. "What's to stop people coming in and hitting you over the head? It's preposterous." "I wish you'd go home," said Lethbridge wearily. The Viscount surveyed the supper-table with a knowing eye. "Card-party?" he inquired. ↗

— Georgette Heyer

#marriage

I kind of have to go to the bathroom," Aria said woozily. Ezra smiled. "Can I come? ↗

— Sara Shepard

#lust #humour

Male or female, if my name were either Don or Dawn, I’d be up at sunrise to celebrate the glory that is me.
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— Jarod Kintz

#celebration #dawn #don #female #glory

May the odds be ever in your favor! ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#hunger

You've got to go through it to get to the end of it. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#greasy-sae #suzanne-collins #the-hunger-games #hunger

There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire ↗

— Jacqueline Carey

#lust #lust

Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#eugenie #longing #lust #thorn-queen #lust

I wanted to play ball," he stated in a way that my body got very still and my eyes, already locked to his, became glued there. "It wasn't the money. It wasn't the fame. It was the game. The goddamned game. I didn't feel like I was breathin' right if I wasn't playin' or practicin'. Felt like life was still, someone hit pause, then I'd put on my pads and jersey and walk on the field and then everything would come alive. Dad and I were Eagles fans since I could remember. Puttin' that fuckin' jersey on, Christ, Laurie...Christ. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#lauren #sweet-dreams #tate #dreams