#uk

cara yang terbaik untuk mengobati cinta yang luka adalah : JATUH CINTA LAGI ↗

— Mario Teguh

#jatuh #lagi #luka #cinta

Shigure: "That's lovely. She’s so... how shall I say it? By putting it into words I'm afraid the nobility of it all would only be obscured." Yuki: "Of what?" Shigure: "You know, she's so spunky!" Kyo: "You sick bastard! ↗

— Natsuki Takaya

#humor #kyo #manga #natsuki-takaya #shigure

I have a suggestion," said Valentine to Luke, in a surprisingly even tone. "Let me guess," said Luke. "It's 'Don't kill me,' isn't it? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#humor #luke #valentine #humor

There's nothing unusual about love. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#hot-water-music #love

Ik voel me vandaag beroerd. Maar laat ons om ons heen zien. Sommige mensen worden reeds bij het begin van hun leven zwaar gestraft: zij worden als vrouw geboren. ↗

— Gerard Reve

#dutch #humor #ongeluk #vrouw #humor

Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#fight-club #humor #humor

How totally unexpected," he declared, then proceeded to faint from blood loss. ↗

— Brandon Sanderson

#lukel #humor

Thirty years ago [written 2009], over-regulation, over-taxation, mis-regulation, statism, state corporatism, and economic folly, cosiness and regulatory capture, and a crescent ideological enemy without, who were assisted by enemies – both fifth columnists and useful fools – within, had led to a crisis of confidence in the West, and in all lands that – and amongst all peoples, particularly those who were oppressed in their own lands, who – loved and desired liberty. Of course, thirty years ago, Britain had Margaret Thatcher to turn to. ↗

— G.M.W. Wemyss

#margaret-thatcher #politics #uk-politics #love

I suppose that having lost true love once, I never wanted to replace it with a lukewarm approximation that would only serve to make me remember it forever. ↗

— Paola Kaufmann

#love #lukewarm #memory #true-love #love

Eins var algengt hjá okkur ef spurt var um líðan einhvers manns: iss hann er feitur; en það þýddi að honum liði vel, eða einsog sagt mundi vera í Danmörku, að hann væri hamingjusamur. Ef einhverjum leið illa, þá var sagt sem svo: æ það hálfsér á honum; og væri sá nær dauða en lífi sem um var rætt, þá var sagt: æ það er í er í honum einhver lurða. Ef einhver var um það bil að verða ellidauður, þá var sagt: æjá hann er hættur að bleyta smjörið. Um þann sem lá banaleguna var sagt: já hann er nú að berja nestið auminginn. Um dauðvona ungling var sagt að það liti ekki út fyrir að hann ætti að kemba hærurnar. ↗

— Halldór Laxness

#death #humour #laxness #death