#tempo

I snapped my fingers all through it. Sometimes I set my own tempo during rehearsal by doing that. ↗

— Tennessee Ernie Ford

#during #fingers #i #my own #own

Before success comes in any man's life, he's sure to meet with much temporary defeat and, perhaps some failures. When defeat overtakes a man, the easiest and the most logical thing to do is to quit. That's exactly what the majority of men do. ↗

— Napoleon Hill

#before #comes #defeat #easiest #exactly

I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant. ↗

— Martin Luther King, Jr.

#conditional love #defeated #evil #final #final word

A writer's ambition should be to trade a hundred contemporary readers for ten readers in ten years' time and for one reader in a hundred years' time. ↗

— Arthur Koestler

#contemporary #hundred #reader #readers #should

I am a classical music lover - not necessarily the contemporary stuff, but the old stuff. ↗

— Eberhard Weber

#classical #classical music #contemporary #i #i am

Please. Forgive me. One more chance, Blaire. I want this. I want you. ↗

— Abbi Glines

#love #new-adult #romance #young-adult #forgiveness

I better go," Carter squeezed me once more and stood, grabbing his wallet from the coffee table. "I need to hit up the lottery if I want to get you out of this mess. Will you let me buy a monkey if we win, though?" "Only if you buy me an island off the coast of Fiji." "You crazy-ass woman. A monkey is so much cooler than an island." "How about a monkey IN Fiji?" "Now there's a woman after my own heart," Carter slapped his hand to his chest, sighing dramatically. "I'll let you know if we win." He started for the door. "Uh huh." "You'll know if we do. I'll be the one streaking on Pike Street. ↗

— Rachael Wade

#contemporary-romance #friendship #kate #preservation #rachael-wade

Art was my little private pleasure. Nobody had seen my art, not even my parents. Andy didn't know about it. My dream was to become a publisher, not an artist lost in New York. ↗

— Stephanie Witter

#young-adult #art

Impressive," Court offered, gallantly bending to retrieve the shoe. "You should join the theater." "Fuck you." "I owed you that." "Revenge is a dish best served with a side of handcuffs and a hard ass-fucking. Remember that." Really is a dirty fighter. Goddamn. ↗

— Finn Marlowe

#funny #intense #m-m-romance #supernatural #funny

Something refused to come into focus in my thinking. Indistinctly, as though in a fog, shapes moved toward me and retreated just beyond cognition. But that getting a hold of things is the uncertainty. As the Tractatus says right at the beginning, “The world is everything that is the case.” It seemed as though the Mammy≈Divas® were just like Steve Jobs, trying to have reality bent to their own wills. Objectively, the iPhone was a muddle of mysticism and logic—breakable glass, non-ergonomic design, lousy battery life, lousy irreplaceable battery, lousy headphone jack, lousy virtual keyboard, lousy email, lousy memory, lousy lice, etc., etc, and an interface that you had to adapt to by pretending as an article of faith that no adaptation was required. The Mammy≈Divas® promised a seamless racial interface—eternal blackness ordered and majestic. They put a benign face on their lust for panoptic power. They promised to discipline and punish with pancakes. ↗

— Jon Woodson

#fiction #satire #design