#shape

Why is it that they can only come up with one model of spaceship? You would assume such intelligent creatures could, once in a while, put out something in a nice powder blue and shaped like a footstool or maybe like France. ↗

— Cuthbert Soup

#blue #footstools #france #shape #spaceships

I like shape very much. A novel has to have shape, and life doesn't have any. ↗

— Jean Rhys

#i #life #like #much #novel

Feeling Robyn grow still, Shay’s heart stopped for a microsecond. Dread cut through her like ice. She looked at the female and noticed her staring at Shay’s upper thigh. She swallowed hard, afraid of what the woman might be thinking of her now, of the symbol tattooed into her skin. Just under the denim, but poking out enough, was the brand she’d worn her whole life. The dark moon rising out of the clouds. The mark of the Onyx Pack ↗

— Lia Davis

#ashwood-falls #lia-davis #romance #shapeshifter #wolf

My body is the shape I live in and it shapes the way I live. ↗

— Raquel Welch

#life #living #shape #life

I was probably in the best shape of any athlete at the time, but you don't get to pass judgment on yourself. ↗

— Steve Carlton

#athlete #best #get #i #judgment

One downside of living with a Were-cheetah is that he purrs when he’s happy. At times, the apartment vibrated all day from MeShack’s enjoyment of life. ↗

— Kenya Wright

#urban-fantasy-series #life

I need to check your ankle.” “Ask.” “If you object, I—” “Giving me a chance to object is not the same as asking permission. You’re used to telling people what to do. That works with those guards you’re in charge of. You aren’t in charge of me. You have to ask.” One corner of his mouth turned up. “It’s more efficient my way.” “If your primary goal in life is efficiency, you should just die.” That startled him. His head actually jerked back. “What?” “The most efficient way to live a life is to die a couple seconds after you’re born. Pfft. Done.” She dusted her hands to demonstrate that. “It’s too late for you to achieve optimal efficiency, but you could still . . . ↗

— Eileen Wilks

#life

I really do feel like I'm in better shape and look better now - even after having three kids - than I did before. ↗

— Candace Cameron Bure

#before #better #better now #did #even

And again there are no words. Words exist that can, used by a poet, achieve a dim monochrome of the body's love, but beyond that they fail clumsily. My love flowed out to her, hers back to me. Mine stroked and soothed. Hers caressed. The distance - and the difference - between us dwindled and vanished. We could meet, mingle, and blend. Neither one of us existed any more; for a time there was a single being that was both. There was escape from the solitary cell; a brief symbiosis, sharing all the word ... ↗

— John Wyndham

#thought-shapes #love

Love has a shape, but no color. You’re probably wondering, “If it’s transparent, how do you know what shape it is?” Good question. Well, for one thing, I put it together, and for another, I’m currently wearing it like body armor (though to the casual observer, I appear naked).
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— Jarod Kintz

#body #color #love #naked #nonsense