#roth

My actions to promote peace, the mediation missions which I carried out during many conflicts, which very often occurred between brothers of the same country, are not driven by any ulterior motives or any calculations based on personal ambitions. ↗

— Omar Bongo

#any #based #between #brothers #calculations

The gravel road widened into a large turnaround where three similar looking and designed brothels sat waiting for customers. They were called Sheila's Front Porch, Tawny's High Five Ranch and Miss Delilah's House of Holies. "Nice," Rachel said as we surveyed the scene. "why are these places always named after women -- as if women actually own them?" "You got me. I guess Mister Dave's House of Holies wouldn't go over so well with the guys." Rachel smiled. "You're right. I guess it's a shrewd move. Name a place of female degradation and slavery after a female and it doesn't sound so bad, does it? It's packaging. ↗

— Michael Connelly

#brothels #degradation #exploitation #marketing #prostitution

That is one fine female, true?" V said. There was a low, affirmative grumble. "And someone you do not want to mess with," the brother continued. "Man, you should have seen her when we came into that barn. She was standing over his body, ready to take the cop and me on with her bare hands if she had to. Like Wrath was her cub, you feel me?" "Wonder if she has a sister?" Rhage asked. Phury laughed. "You wouldn't know what to do with yourself if you ran into a female of worth." "This coming from you, Celibate?" But then Hollywood rubbed the stubble on his chin, as if considering the ways of the universe. "Ah, hell, Phury, you're probably right. Still, a male can dream." "He sure can," V murmured. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#dark-lover #dreams

He doesn't speak for a long time, until I am quiet again. "Sleep," he says. "I'll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you." "With what?" "My bare hands, obviously. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#beatrice-prior #four #insurgent #tobias-and-tris #tobias-eaton

Wake me up Wake me up, you said But I was sleeping, too I was dreaming But now I"m waking up Still waking up I can see the sun ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#wake-up #wolves-of-mercy-falls #dreams

I settled on the floor and whispered to Sam, “I want you to listen to me, if you can.” I leaned the side of my face against his ruff and remembered the golden wood he had shown me so long ago. I remembered the way the yellow leaves, the color of Sam’s eyes, fluttered and twisted, crashing butterflies, on their way to the ground. The slender white trunks of the birches, creamy and smooth as human skin. I remembered Sam standing in the middle of the wood, his arms stretched out, a dark, solid form in the dream of the trees. His coming to me, me punching his chest, the soft kiss. I remembered every kiss we’d ever had, and I remembered every time I’d curled in his human arms. I remembered the soft warmth of his breath on the back of my neck while we slept. I remembered Sam. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#sam-roth #soft #wolf #dreams

Whenever you are confronted with an opponent. Conquer him with love. ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#enemies #fighting #love #peace #trial

I know, up on top you are seeing great sights, but down here at the bottom we, too, should have rights. ↗

— Dr. Seuss

#equal-rights #equality

Falling into ruin was a bit like falling in love: Both descents stripped you bare and left you as you were at your core. And both endings are equally painful. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#dark #endings #love #phury #ruin

Everything - our houses, our clothes, our hairstyles - is meant to help us forget ourselves and to protect us from vanity, greed and envy, which are just forms of selfishness. If we have little, and want for little, and we are all equal, we envy no one. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#dystopian #veronica-roth #equality