#rose

The human brain can soften as a result of incessant listening to music with an intent to commit prose. ↗

— Donal Henahan

#commit #human #human brain #incessant #intent

People are always saying, English, English, English rose, and I just feel so completely different. ↗

— Kristin Scott Thomas

#completely #different #english #feel #i

At every step the child should be allowed to meet the real experience of life; the thorns should never be plucked from his roses. ↗

— Ellen Key

#child #every #every step #experience #his

Ne parlons pas de toi. Tu es ineffable selon ta nature. D'autres fleurs ornent la table que tu transfigures. On te met dans un simple vase -, voici que tout change: c'est peut-être la même phrase, mais chantée par un ange. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#change

If the onset of wrinkles in middle age were referred to as laughter lines, then to look at him, Scott thought, Twinkle's life must have been hilarious. He had sharp eyes that often seemed to visually contradict the lack of intelligence that could be derived from listening to him talk. There might not be a lot to respect in Twinkle, but Scott liked him. He just didn't want to end up like him. ↗

— R.D. Ronald

#empathetic #age

I steeled myself for the next response. I knew it was going to be one of the Zen life lessons. [...] Instead he kissed me. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#life

The other problem in my life is Dimitri. He's the one who killed Natalie, and he's a total badass. He's also pretty good-looking. Okay—more than good-looking. He's hot—like, the kind of hot that makes you stop walking on the street and get hit by traffic. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #life

One may live without bread, not without roses. ↗

— Jean Richepin

#live #may #roses #without

...and motioned me toward a spot next to a middle-aged Moroi in a very formal and very designer black suit. The suit screamed, I'm sorry the queen is dead, and I'm going to look fashionable while showing my grief ↗

— Richelle Mead

#age

In a spornographic age it’s no longer enough for the male body to be presented to us by consumerism as merely attractive, or desiring to be desired, as it was in the early days of nakedly narcissistic male metrosexuality. This masculine coquettish-ness, pleasing as it is, no longer offers an intense enough image. Or provokes enough lust. It’s just not very shocking or arousing any more. In fact, it’s just too… normal. To get our attention these days the sporting male body has to promise us nothing less than an immaculately groomed, waxed and pumped gang-bang in the showers. ↗

— Mark Simpson

#metrosexual #sporno #sport #age