#russ

I had been eagerly waiting just such a disaster. Storms, wolves, snakebite, floods-these are the occasions to find out how your father sees you, how strong and necessary he thinks you are. ↗

— Karen Russell

#karen-russell #westward-migration #home

On Sundays, the pretending felt almost as natural as nature. The chapel was our favorite place. Long before we could understand what the priest was saying, the music instructed us in how to feel. ↗

— Karen Russell

#karen-russell #st-lucys-home #home

I love you," she sobbed, rubbing her hands over his face, his hair, his chest, making sure he was solid and real. "I love you, and I thought you were dead. I couldn't bear it. I thought I would die too." "I'd walk through fire for you," he rasped, his voice hoarse and broken. "I have walked through fire for you. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#lazarussgextraordinaire #temperance #wicked-intensions #love

I speak the language of love. That’s right, I speak Russian. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#language-of-love #love #russian #love

Freddie experienced the sort of abysmal soul-sadness which afflicts one of Tolstoy's Russian peasants when, after putting in a heavy day's work strangling his father, beating his wife, and dropping the baby into the city's reservoir, he turns to the cupboards, only to find the vodka bottle empty. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#humor #moroseness #russia #satire #sorrow

Our listeners asked us: "What is chaos?" We're answering: "We do not comment on economic policy. ↗

— John Vaillant

#economic-policy #humor #radio-call-in-shows #russia #humor

Thank God Roxane Coss had not fallen in love with one of the Russians. She doubted they could make it up the stairs without stopping for a cigarette and telling at least one loud story that no one could understand. ↗

— Ann Patchett

#russians #humor

If Sawtooth could put words to the brambled knot forming in his throat, he would tell her: Girl, don't go. I am marooned in this place without you. What I feel for you is more than love. It's stronger, peninsular. You connect me to the Mainland. You are my leg of land over dark water. ↗

— Karen Russell

#out-to-sea #love

Capitalism in Russia has spawned far more Al Capones than Henry Fords. ↗

— David Remnick

#capitalism #far #henry #more #russia

I don't want you to ever doubt how much I love you, how much I want you, how much I need you. ↗

— Jennifer Comeaux

#russian #love