#w

The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing. ↗

— Dan Simmons

#beauty-in-nature #flowers #summer #sunlight #sunshine

But have you ever overheard two women discussing men? Men are crude liars, comparing their drabs, but women - I'd rather have [an] anatomist dissect me alive than to listen to the things the ladies say about us when they think they are alone. ↗

— Lois McMaster Bujold

#men

The only type of men Julia's mother had warned her about were wealthy industrialist who polluted the environment and took advantage of third-world countries. And Republilicans. ↗

— Cathie Linz

#rupblicans #warning #men

Promises were like laws; smart men knew when to break both. ↗

— C.J. Hill

#laws #promises #smart-people #men

Whilst men may play the game, women know the score. ↗

— Habeeb Akande

#men-and-women #relationships #men

War has been glorified by men who have never been shot at. ↗

— Bobbye L. Hudspeth

#civil-war #fiction #history #war #men

Really? And what curse befalls the Adams of the world?" Ann opens her mouth and, presumably thinking of nothing to say, closes it again. It is Felicity who answers, eyes steely. "They are weak to temptation. And we are their temptresses. ↗

— Libba Bray

#men #power #temptaion #women #men

Always wanting another man than your own. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#wanting #men

Dead men are not friends to living men, and give them no gifts. (Ghan-buri-Ghan, of allies during war) ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#treaty #war #men

There were people dying everywhere getting massacred in every town and village, there were people being picked up and thrown into dark jails in unknown parts, there were dungeons in the city where hundreds of young men were kept in heavy chains and from where many never emerged alive, there were thousands who had disappeared leaving behind women with photographs and perennial waiting ,there were multitudes of dead bodies on the roads, in hospital beds, in fresh martyrs' graveyards and scattered casually on the snow of mindless borders. ↗

— Mirza Waheed

#the-collaborator #war #men