#ra

You've baked a really lovely cake, but then you've used dog shit for frosting. ↗

— Steve Jobs

#next #programming #love

To be saved is here, local and mortal ↗

— A.R. Ammons

#redemption #inspirational

Wolf, not dog. You were bitten by a Lycan, not Lassie. ↗

— Shannan Albright

#lycans #paranormal-romance #urban-fantasy #vampires #urban-fantasy

He pulled her back, off balance so that she fell against him, and he took her face in his two hands and held it very still while his eyes looked down into hers. Somber, truthful, painfully honest. "I love you, Chloe," he said. "Which is the most dangerous thing I could do. ↗

— Anne Stuart

#love

Innocence invites protection, yet we might be smarter to protect ourselves against it... ↗

— Megan Johns

#contemporary-romance #innocence #love #romance #women-s-fiction

We all romanticize the people we adore. ↗

— John Green

#love #romance #love

I was beginning to understand something I couldn't articulate. It was a jazzy feeling in my chest, a fluttering, a kind of buzzing in my brain. Warmth. Life. The circulation of blood. Sanguinity. I don't know. I understood the enormous risk of telling the truth, how the telling could result in every level of hell reigning down on you, your skin scorched to the bone and then bone to ash and then nothing but a lingering odour of shame and decomposition, but now I was also beginning to understand the new and alien feeling of taking the risk and having the person on the other end of the telling, the listener, say: Bad shit at home? You guys are running away? Yeah, I said. I understand, said, Noehmi. ↗

— Miriam Toews

#feeling #irma-voth #life #literature #miriam-toews

In the kitchens of love, after all, vice is like the pepper in a good sauce; it brings out the flavor, it’s indispensable. ↗

— Louis-Ferdinand Céline

#love

All right," he said. "Since you ask so nicely." "I wasn't asking." "I'm aware of that. The sharp point in my back did make it clear. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#myrnin #rachel-caine #morganville-vampires

Well, you've finally got a license to kill. It's about time. " I turned and met the amused eyes of Christian Ozera, a onetime annoyance who'd become a good friend. So good, in fact, that in my joyous zeal, I reached out and hugged him--something he clearly didn't expect. I was surprising everyone today. "Whoa, whoa, " he said backing up, flushing. "It figures. You're the only girl who'd get all emotional about the thought of killing. I don't even want to think about what goes on when you and Ivashkov are alone. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #rose-hathaway