#roar

The security officer smiled and said, ‘Good afternoon, ma’am,’ to me before I gave him ID.” “It’s a sick world, Eve.” He resisted taking her hand for another squeeze. “A sick, sad world. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#eve-dallas #humor #j-d-robb #roarke #death

I didn't want to tell you I'd been scared, much less why. I guess that was stupid." "It was." "Aren't you supposed to say something like 'no, it wasn't. Blah, blah, support, stroke, let me get you some chocolate'?" "You haven't red the marriage handbook's footnotes. It's another woman who does that sort of thing. I believe I'm allowed to be more blunt, then ask if you'd like a quick shag." "Shag yourself ↗

— J.D. Robb

#marriage-handbook #roarke #death

I love hitting the ball, controlling the ball. And yeah, even the roar of the crowd. I enjoy the roar of the crowd probably less than some players and more than some. But I'm not out here to be a celebrity. ↗

— David Duval

#celebrity #controlling #crowd #enjoy #even

If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence. ↗

— George Eliot

#die #grass #grow #had #hearing

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for? ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#brain #buried #buzzing #diving #humming

The Roaring Twenties were the period of that Great American Prosperity which was built on shaky foundations. ↗

— Paul Getty

#built #foundations #great #great american #period

He wanted to heave the glasses against the wall. Break them, break everything he could reach. Beat it, rend it. He stared out the window, imagined the city in flames, consumed to ashes. And still it wasn't enough. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#roarke #death

From the stage I've seen people of all ages absolutely roaring at really good toilet humour. ↗

— Adrian Edmondson

#ages #good #humour #i #people

She turned toward Roarke's office, then stopped in the doorway. He was at his console; captain of his ship. He'd drawn his hair back so it lay on his neck in a short, gleaming black tail. His eyes were cool, cool blue. The colour they were when his mind was fully occupied. He'd taken off his dinner jacket, his shirt was loose at the collar, the sleeves rolled up. There was something... just something about that look that always and forever grabbed her in the gut. She could look at him for hours, and at the end of it, still marvel that he belonged to her. "Someone wants to hurt you," she thought. "I'm not going to let them. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#death

Don't let your will roar when your power only whispers. ↗

— Thomas Fuller

#power #roar #whispers #will #your