#tea

Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile. ↗

— Tessa Dare

#desire #humor #love #romance #smile

Teamwork was more accepted 40 years ago. ↗

— Ken Olsen

#ago #more #teamwork #years

Love is the most precious gift you could ever possibly hope to steal. Some women foolishly do not leave their rib cages locked at night.
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— Jarod Kintz

#foolish #hope #lock #love #night

Take some more tea," the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly. "I've had nothing yet," Alice replied in an offended tone, "so I can't take more." "You mean you can't take less," said the Hatter: "it's very easy to take more than nothing." "Nobody asked your opinion," said Alice. ↗

— Lewis Carroll

#less #more #nonsense #tea #humor

Because teachers, no matter how kind, no matter how friendly, are sadistic and evil to the core. ↗

— Heather Brewer

#teachers #humor

Even a fool recognizes that there is great sadness in a bucket of tears. But only a wise man thinks to conserve water and use that bucket to wash his car. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#humor #sadness #tear #wisdom #wise-man

Yes. Reyn is our resident horse master. He has an excellent seat." I grinned. "I've noticed." Reyn's face tightened and Nell flushed, looking embarrassed. "It's an equestrian term." "Really? I thought you were talking about his ass. ↗

— Cate Tiernan

#sarcasm #teasing #witty #humor

Arthur blinked at the screens and felt he was missing something important. Suddenly he realized what it was. "Is there any tea on this spaceship?" he asked. ↗

— Douglas Adams

#humor #tea #humor

And down I went to fetch my bride: But, Alice, you were ill at ease; This dress and that by turns you tried, Too fearful that you should not please. I loved you better for your fears, I knew you could not look but well; And dews, that would have fall'n in tears, I kiss'd away before they fell. ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

#dresses #fears #self-consciousness #tears #wedding

TEA I like pouring your tea, lifting the heavy pot, and tipping it up, so the fragrant liquid streams in your china cup. Or when you’re away, or at work, I like to think of your cupped hands as you sip, as you sip, of the faint half-smile of your lips. I like the questions – sugar? – milk? – and the answers I don’t know by heart, yet, for I see your soul in your eyes, and I forget. Jasmine, Gunpowder, Assam, Earl Grey, Ceylon, I love tea’s names. Which tea would you like? I say but it’s any tea for you, please, any time of day, as the women harvest the slopes for the sweetest leaves, on Mount Wu-Yi, and I am your lover, smitten, straining your tea. ↗

— Carol Ann Duffy

#love