#randa

It was fascinating to watch her spin the tale. She’d adjusted her accent yet again, adding just a twitch of country. She looked up at him with just the right amount of girlish adoration. As if they were deeply in love and barely beginning to discover one another. He couldn’t help looking back with the same expression. He wasn’t dissembling. ↗

— Courtney Milan

#love

Kind? How boring that would be. I aspire to be wicked. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#myranda-royce #aspiration

She loves you, and you need me but there's somethings we can't share. ↗

— Miranda Lambert

#love

I'm a novelist. Anything you say can be taken down and used against you in a work of fiction. ↗

— Anne R. Allen

#warning #writer-humor #humor

Debt Chauffeur, that's my name for him now, wants to marry me. He asked me down on bended knee, and I would have been honored - except he wants us to live in London, and he wants me to live white. I crowed at that. I laughed so hard and not a tear came. He couldn't understand it. I don't often think on how white I look; it's always been a question of how colored I feel, and I feel plenty colored. He said that no one in London will know that I'm supposed to be colored. And I said I am colored, colored black, the way I talk, the way I cook, the way I do most everything, and he said but you don't have to be. ↗

— Alice Randall

#born-into-slavery #marriage-proposal #mulatto #the-wind-done-gone #marriage

Bury My Heart is "a life-altering approach to turning managers into unconditionally committed leaders. ↗

— Stan Slap

#branding #branding-culture #keynote-speaker #keynote-speech #leadership-quotes

She shouldn’t have been beautiful—she was too forward, too freckled, too thin. Still… Oh, to hell with it all. He wasn’t hungry, anyway. He reached out and took her hand, drawing her to him. She drifted near, until she was close enough to kiss. Close enough for him to see the green of her eyes, widening as he turned her hand over, palm up. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do since the first moment I saw you,” he said. It came out close to a whisper. “Oh?” He could feel the puff of breath from that word against his nose. “Don’t even think of arguing.” She shook her head. Her lips opened, an impossible, inviting fraction. He set the fork in the palm of her hand and closed his fingers tightly around hers. “I want you to eat,” he said. ↗

— Courtney Milan - Unraveled

#beauty