#ranger

Men are like dogs," Stacy was fond of saying. And she usually went on to add that, like dogs, they all took up too much space on the bed, and they always went for the crotch. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#humor #men #smooth-talking-stranger #humor

Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it. ↗

— Anonymous

#generosity #guests #hospitality #inspirational #strangers

Love between strangers takes only a few seconds and can last a whole life. ↗

— Simon Van Booy

#love #strangers #life

An intellectual snob is someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture and not think of The Lone Ranger. ↗

— Dan Rather

#listen #lone #lone ranger #overture #ranger

That's the thing about flying: You could talk to someone for hours and never even know his name, share your deepest secrets and then never see them again. ↗

— Jennifer E. Smith

#flying #secrets #strangers #love

Her arms groped forward to guide her when her tears blocked her vision in darkness. Then she couldn't run any more. She sank to her knees and began to cry in her terror. She wanted Gary. She suddenly felt strong arms around her. She bent her head to bury it in Gary's shoulder, trembling in the darkness. Whimpering like a small animal in a trap, she pushed herself closer to him and said in a choked voice, "I'm so frightened!" "I know, my love," the voice said. "I'm so sorry you were hurt." She felt herself being pulled up to him, his grip around her tight. It was a strange feeling in this pitch-black hallway, where not even the light of the moon cast any illumination. The lips she touched were cold and yet they responded to her with an unusual warmth. His hands massaged her back. Something, Melanie thought, was wrong with that. The hands were too smooth, not like a plastered wrist would feel. "Gary?" she asked, backing away. She didn't trust what she couldn't see. "My love," the voice whispered, "there is no need to fear now. I shall protect you from those who mean you harm. ↗

— Clare McNally

#crying #darkness #fear #fleeing #helplessness

The city's full of people who you just see around. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#cities #strangers #men

The Sikh gave him the money. When Menon asked for his address so that he could repay the man, the Sikh said that Menon owed the debt to any stranger who came to him in need, as long as he lived. The help came from a stranger and was to be repaid to a stranger. ↗

— Robert Fulghum

#debt #noblesse-oblige #repay #stranger #money

What the devil is Chocho?' Will whispered. Horace's grin broadened. 'You are. It's what the men call you,' he said. Then he added, 'It's a term of great respect.' Behind them, Halt nodded confirmation. 'Great respect,' he agreed. ↗

— John Flanagan

#halt #horace #ranger-s-apprentice #will #men

All we could get out of them was that they were taking us to 'Kurokuma'. We didn't know if that was a place or a person. What does it mean, by the way?' 'I'm told it's a term of great respect,' Horace said, unwilling to admit that he didn't know. ↗

— John Flanagan

#ranger-s-apprentice #will #respect