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869e446 "She sighed, annoyed at her restlessness. "So," she said, disrupting Wolf in another backward glance. "Who would win in a fight--you or a pack of wolves?" He frowned at her, all seriousness. "Depends," he said, slowly, like he was trying to figure out her motive for asking. "How big is the pack?" "I don't know, what's normal? Six?" "I could win against six," he said. "Any more than that and it could be a close call." Scarlet smirked. "You're not in danger of low self-esteem, at least." "What do you mean?" "Nothing at all." She kicked a stone from their path. "How about you and ... a lion?" "A cat? Don't insult me." She laughed, the sound sharp and surprising. "How about a bear?" "Why, do you see one out there?" "Not yet, but I want to be prepared in case I have to rescue you." The smile she'd been waiting for warmed his face, a glint of white teeth flashing. "I'm not sure. I've never had to fight a bear before." -- humor fights pack Marissa Meyer
a77ab7e ...my father, [was] a mid-level phonecompany manager who treated my mother at best like an incompetent employee. At worst? He never beat her, but his pure, inarticulate fury would fill the house for days, weeks, at a time, making the air humid, hard to breathe, my father stalking around with his lower jaw jutting out, giving him the look of a wounded, vengeful boxer, grinding his teeth so loud you could hear it across the room ... I'm sure he told himself: 'I never hit her'. I'm sure because of this technicality he never saw himself as an abuser. But he turned our family life into an endless road trip with bad directions and a rage-clenched driver, a vacation that never got a chance to be fun. rage silence family heartbreak love abusive-parents mental-abuse abusive broken-home heartbroken love-lost fights divorce childhood-memories malice emotional-abuse anger communication fighting parents parents-and-children mother fury fight father childhood terror parenthood scared sexism Gillian Flynn
13b7672 If you want to call it quits, just tell me. Man up and say it to my face. Don't just skulk around. breakups breakup awkward-moments breakup-quotes call-it-quites jerk-boyfriend man-up tall-dark-streak-of-lighting j-m-richards tdsol awkward fights jerks J.M. Richards
be9b8d5 "I had that hole in me, that empty space. I could have lived my life with it, content enough. I wasn't an unhappy man."..................... The tears came now. He watched them drip down her cheeks, wondered if she were even aware they leaked out of her. "She was part of my life. You are my life. If I have a regret, it's that even for an instant you could think otherwise. Or that I allowed you to." -Roarke" -- marriage sadness fights regret J.D. Robb
97f44f6 I think maybe, when I was very young, I witnessed a chaste cheek kiss between the two when it was impossible to avoid. Christmas, birthdays. Dry lips. On their best married days, their communications were entirely transactional: 'We're out of milk again.' (I'll get some today.) 'I need this ironed properly.' (I'll do that today.) 'How hard is it to buy milk?' (Silence.) 'You forgot to call the plumber.' (Sigh.) 'Goddammit, put on your coat, right now, and go out and get some goddamn milk. Now.' These messages and orders brought to you by my father, a mid-level phonecompany manager who treated my mother at best like an incompetent employee. silence depression relationship family heartbreak love abusive-relationship bad-parenting abusive broken-home love-lost fights divorce childhood-memories abusive-relationships communication fighting parents parents-and-children mother fight father childhood parenthood sexism Gillian Flynn
6eee8eb I think how breakups can bring out the worst in the best people, and part of being upset is mouthing off crap you don't mean. fights friendships Daria Snadowsky
cb9f7b7 I was peace pipes and treaties. My style was to talk and duck. It was an animal tactic, playing dead in hopes that the predators would move to an actual fight. predators puberty fights pacifism prey Ta-Nehisi Coates