#the

Actors are all about entrances, but writers are all about exits. ↗

— Vincent H. O'Neil

#directing #murder #mystery #playwriting #theater

One keeps looking out for innovation in IPL, but of late it hasn't been all that obvious. Lionel Richie as an opening act? Johnny Mathis must have been busy. Matthew Hayden's Mongoose? Looks a bit like Bob Willis' bat with the "flow-through holes"; Saint Peter batting mitts are surely overdue a revival. The only genuinely intriguing step this year, bringing the IPL to YouTube, was forced on Modi by the collapse of Setanta; otherwise what Modi presents as 'innovation' is merely expansion by another name, in the number of franchises and the number of games. ↗

— Gideon Haigh

#cricket #expansion #indian-premier-league #innovation #johnny-mathis

When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us. ↗

— Lauren DeStefano

#dying #life #sever #wither #death

Rooke had no idea whether the natives had a word for treachery. His conversations with Tagaran had never traveled in that direction. Even in English, treachery was a word with a broader reach than it was entitled to. What it boiled down to was that the men in this hut had been taught to fight by certain rules. Not fighting in accordance with those rules was treachery. (in reference to the aboriginals as they fought the English- English method vs. American or connection to - American vs. terrorist). ↗

— Kate Greenway

#men

Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I've only found sorrow. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#the-poisonwood-bible #change

Does your ma know you're this silly?" she demanded tartly. He nodded, comically sad. "The few gray hairs she has on her head are my doing. But" — with an exaggerated change of mood — "I send her plenty of money, so she can pay to have them dyed!" "I hope she beat you as a child," Onua grumbled. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#mothers #change

Please, Percy...change your clothes. You smell like you've been run over by an electric horse. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#heroes-of-olympus #horses #humor #hygiene #percy-jackson

To know the Cross is not merely to know our own sufferings. For the Cross is the sign of salvation, and no man is saved by his own sufferings. To know the Cross is to know that we are saved by the sufferings of Christ; more, it is to know the love of Christ Who underwent suffering and death in order to save us. It is, then, to know Christ. ↗

— Thomas Merton

#suffering #the-cross #death

I pushed passed him. He grabbed my hand and swung me back towards him. Then he pushed me against the wall and... he kissed me. He ran his thumb along my jawline and down my throat, hips pinning me to the wall. He kissed me slowly and with intensity, and once I got over the mind-numbing shock and comprehended what was actually happening, it was incredible. I had never been kissed like that before. We melted together. Every movement of mine was somehow perfectly mirrored by his. My heart was pounding so hard I knew he must be able to feel it and I was sure my legs were giving way, but he held me up, pushed me harder against the wall. I grabbed a handful of his hair, remembering all the times I'd dreamed of doing it. I let my hand drift down his back and pulled him even closer to me. It all happened so quickly. I heard him make a low kind of growl and lean into me. His hand slid down my leg behind my knee, drawing it to him. I moaned and felt him tense. ↗

— Jessica Shirvington

#jessica-shirvington #kissing #lincoln-wood #love #making-out

What is more important for the world right now than preserving ways of living in balance with the earth? ↗

— Daoud Hari

#conflict-resolution #darfur #education #inspiration #the-translator