#ss

It is not what he had, or even what he does which expresses the worth of a man, but what he is. ↗

— Henri Frederic Amiel

#even #expresses #had #man #which

In the process of terrorizing an article on spring training, Butch glanced over at Marissa again, and V knew the two were going to take off soon—but not because they were finished with their coffee. Funny, he knew what was going to happen from extrapolation, not second sight or because he could read their minds: Butch was letting off the bonding scent, and Marissa loved being with her male ↗

— J.R. Ward

#black-dagger-brotherhood #butch #j-r-ward #lover-unbound #marissa

I don't eat chicken abortions! ↗

— Cecily von Ziegesar

#chicken-abortions #gossip-girl #humor #humor

Having my son, I mean, I feel already that it makes me a better actress. Just the feeling and the love that expands in my being is more than I ever thought possible. ↗

— Lauren Ambrose

#already #being #better #ever #expands

Dams have harmed our wildlife and made rivers less useful for recreation. ↗

— Stephen Ambrose

#harmed #less #made #our #recreation

A baseball manager is a necessary evil. ↗

— Sparky Anderson

#evil #manager #necessary #necessary evil

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit. ↗

— Khalil Gibran

#blossoms #fruit #life #like #love is

Oh, there are so many ways to categorize and catalogue things. Alphabetically, numerically, by date, weight, height, color, monetary value, sentimental value, or by Orafoura’s spiritual index. For me, I order things to subdue the overwhelming feeling of chaos in life. If I can fold my underwear into tiny triangles and arrange them ROYGBIV in the top drawer of my dresser, then I feel I can make it through the day. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#obsessive-compulsive-disorder #dating

The relative property of the Son is to be begotten, that is, so to proceed from the Father as to be a participant of the same essence and perfectly carry on the Father's nature. ↗

— William Ames

#carry #essence #father #nature #participant

Love is like a game of chess. You're white. He's black. You wait for him to make a move, while staring into his handsome, melting-you-on-the-inside eyes, then realize what a dummy he is to not tell you straight out to go first. The beginning is the crush stage. You begin to realize how much you want to defeat him, or make him fall in love with you. By the time you get to the heat of the game, you both moved and are hopefully dating. If you haven't forfeit then because you don't want to be cheated on, you make another move- head on shoulder, hand holding, etc. Black makes another move-he gives you his jacket on a freezing night. By the endgame, he either realizes how stupid he was to play with you and forfeits, or he realizes how smart you are and lets you defeat him (and love you). By the time you win, you're married to him. A happily ever after game of chess. ↗

— Amrita Ramanathan

#life #love #dating