#table

There's no more place in the euro zone for well-meaning laxness when dealing with deficits and failings. If the demands on Greece aren't taken seriously, we'll get stuck in quicksand. In the worst case, this would make it acceptable for one tranche to not be paid out. It is in the Greeks own interest not to test that. ↗

— Peer Steinbruck

#case #dealing #deficits #demands #euro

I could think of worse ways of going than at the poker table. ↗

— Al Alvarez

#going #i #poker #table #than

I accept all people—even the people I find unacceptable.
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— Jarod Kintz

#discrimination #life #people #relationships #unacceptable

What doesn't quicken dies. That's an indisputable truth of life. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#life #quicken #truth #life

The most powerful symptom of love is a tenderness which becomes at times almost insupportable. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#becomes #insupportable #love #love is #most

I feel the deepest, heartfelt pity for any adult who has never been in love. ↗

— Wayne Gerard Trotman

#love #lovelessness #people #pity #quotable

The chef turned back to the housekeeper. “Why is there doubt about the relations between Monsieur and Madame Rutledge?” The sheets,” she said succinctly. Jake nearly choked on his pastry. “You have the housemaids spying on them?” he asked around a mouthful of custard and cream. Not at all,” the housekeeper said defensively. “It’s only that we have vigilant maids who tell me everything. And even if they didn’t, one hardly needs great powers of observation to see that they do not behave like a married couple.” The chef looked deeply concerned. “You think there’s a problem with his carrot?” Watercress, carrot—is everything food to you?” Jake demanded. The chef shrugged. “Oui.” Well,” Jake said testily, “there is a string of Rutledge’s past mistresses who would undoubtedly testify there is nothing wrong with his carrot.” Alors, he is a virile man . . . she is a beautiful woman . . . why are they not making salad together? ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#marriage #vegetables #beauty

Brendan's not the guy you use to figure your shit out, Brendan's the guy you hope you get once you have figured your shit out. ↗

— Nia Forrester

#damaged #riley #unsuitable-men #men

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music. ↗

— John Keats

#nothing #only #stable #uproar #world

I say, Bertie," he said, after a pause of about an hour and a quarter. "Hallo!" "Do you like the name Mabel?" "No." "No?" "No." "You don't think there's a kind of music in the word, like the wind rustling gently through the tree-tops?" "No." He seemed disappointed for a moment; then cheered up. "Of course, you wouldn't. You always were a fat-headed worm without any soul, weren't you?" "Just as you say. Who is she? Tell me all. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#jeeves #music