#vic

One afternoon, when I was four years old, my father came home, and he found me in the living room in front of a roaring fire, which made him very angry. Because we didn't have a fireplace. ↗

— Victor Borge

#fire #fireplace #funny #humor #humorous

We never think lightly of those who walk with us on our uphill days. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#charity #friends #friendship #giving #kindness

Victory is everything. You can spend the money but you can never spend the memories. ↗

— Ken Venturi

#memories #money #never #spend #victory

When there's a monster under your bed sometimes it really is best not to look. ↗

— Jocelynn Drake

#asylum-tales #humor #ignorance #philosophical #thoughts

Some girls get swept up in the lifestyle-clubbing and partying with celebrities. You can't live your life like that, though. It's fake. ↗

— Gemma Ward

#celebrity #clubbing #fake #girls #life

It is Nixon himself who represents that dark, venal and incurably violent side of the American character that almost every country in the world has learned to fear and despise. Our Barbie-doll president, with his Barbie-doll wife and his boxful of Barbie-doll children is also America's answer to the monstrous Mr. Hyde. He speaks for the Werewolf in us; the bully, the predatory shyster who turns into something unspeakable, full of claws and bleeding string-warts on nights when the moon comes to close… ↗

— Hunter S. Thompson

#humor #politics #vicious #humor

If you forget your lines, you had better mumble with conviction. ↗

— Connie Brockway

#conviction #humor #humor

Just imagine! In the early nineteenth century, this cathedral was in such a state of disrepair that the city considered tearing it down. Luckily for us, Victor Hugo heard about the plans to destroy it and wrote The Hunchback of Notre-Dame to raise awareness of its glorious history. And, by golly, did it work! Parisians campaigned to save it, and the building was repaired and polished to the pristine state you find today. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#paris #the-hunchback-of-notre-dame #victor-hugo #imagination

You know this is wrong." It isn't a question. When he turns, White is still wrapped snug in the counterpane, motionless, just his gaze pursuing the doctor about the room. "I am wrong to do this." The doctor says it as if instructing himself. White says nothing. With a sigh, Archer sits on the edge of the bed, smoothing White's curls back from his forehead. "Do you know what we did last night?" To admit it, to speak out loud, seems in itself a terrible affront. It might be his imagination, but the doctor fancies he sees a slight lowering of black lashes, the tiniest quirk of a shy smile. He says, wearily but not without affection, "No, I don't suppose you do. ↗

— John T. Fuller

#victorian #imagination

I´ve read that it´s the smell some carnivores use to find their prey. Imagine the trembling victim trying to hide, but knowing that the smell of its own fear will kill it. ↗

— Jo Nesbø

#harry-hole #jo-nesbø #prey #smell #the-snowman