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Beyond the obvious facts that he has at some time done manual labour, that he takes snuff, that he is a Freemason, that he has been in China, and that he has done a considerable amount of writing lately, I can deduce nothing else. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#characteristics #detection #detectives #facts #obviousness

Eliminate all other factors, and the one which remains must be the truth. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#sherlock-holmes

You know my methods. Apply them. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#investigation #methods #sherlock-holmes #sherlock-holmes

I'm afraid I couldn't like him without a spice of human naughtiness. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#louisa-may-alcott #louisa-may-alcott

Just because something is addictive doesn't mean that you will get addicted to it. But . . . if your stomach ties up in knots while you count the seconds waiting for a phone call from that special someone . . . if you hear a loud buzzing in your ears when you see a certain person's car (or one just like it) . . . if your eyes burn when you hear a random love song or see a couple holding hands . . . if you suffer the twin agonies of craving for and withdrawing from a series of unrequited crushes or toxic relationships . . . if you always feel like you're clutching at someone's ankle and dragged across the floor as they try to leave the room . . . welcome to the club. ↗

— Ethlie Ann Vare

#ethlie-ann-vare #love-addiction #self-help #sex #sex-addiction

School life is like being on a monkey mountain...monkeys in the same gang constantly fight and get back together again...and a hierarchy gets established. ↗

— Shouko Akira

#life

Rats! There goes the bell... oh, how I hate lunch hours! I always have to eat alone because nobody likes me... Peanut butter again... I wish that little red haired girl would come over, and sit with me. Wouldn’t it be great if she’d walk over here, and say, “May I eat lunch with you, Charlie Brown?” I’d give anything to talk with her... she’d never like me, though... I’m so blah and so stupid... she’d never like me... I wonder what would happen if I went over and tried to talk to her! Everyone would probably laugh... she’d probably be insulted someone as blah as I am tried to talk to her. I hate lunch hour... all it does is make me lonely... during class it doesn’t matter... I can’t even eat... Nothing tastes good... Rats! Nobody is ever going to like me... Lunch hour is the loneliest hour of the day! ↗

— Charles M. Schulz

#little-red-haired-girl #loneliness #lunch #rats #unrequited-love

Fuckin' A... hope didn't so much spring eternal as it drowned out common sense and self-preservation. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#spring

The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. ↗

— Natalie Babbitt

#summer #spring

It was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. Suicide weather. ↗

— Susanna Kaysen

#spring