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Despite our tiffs, despite her nastiness, despite all the fuss and faces she made, and the vulgarity, and the danger, and the horrible hopelessness of it all, I still dwelled deep in my elected paradise - a paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flames - but still a paradise.

Vladimir Nabokov (Lolita)

When a girl uses six derogatory adjectives in her attempt to paint the portrait of the loved one, it means something. One may indicate a merely temporary tiff. Six is big stuff.

P.G. Wodehouse (Jeeves in the Morning (Jeeves, #8))

I swear, Tiff, if my ass made good grades, you'd want to date my ass.

Jennifer Echols (Going Too Far)

There's nothing quite as good as folding up into a book and shutting the world outside.If I pick the right one I can be beautiful, or fall in love, or live happily ever after. Maybe even all three.

Bill Condon

The end of times?" said Nanny. "Look, Tiff, Esme tol' me to say, if you want to see Esmerelda Weatherwax, then just you look around. She is here. Us witches don't mourn for very long. We are satisfied with happy memories - they're there to be cherished.

Terry Pratchett (The Shepherd's Crown (Discworld, #41; Tiffany Aching, #5))

Don’t get your knickers in a knot just yet, Tiff,’ she said briskly. ‘It won’t solve anything an’ will just make you walk odd.

Terry Pratchett (The Shepherd's Crown (Discworld, #41))

Tiffs among the fa*ggots were apparently the stuff of quiet merriment.

Josh Lanyon (A Dangerous Thing (The Adrien English Mysteries, #2))

As I’ve said, it wasn’t until a long time afterwards—long after I’d left the Cottages—that I realized just how significant out little encounter in the churchyard had been. I was upset at the time, yes. But I didn’t believe it to be anything so different from other tiffs we’d had. It never occurred to me that our lives, until then so closely interwoven could unravel and separate over a thing like that.But the fact was, I suppose, there were powerful tides tugging us apart by then, and it only needed something like that to finish the task. If we’d understood that back then—who knows?—maybe we’d have kept a tighter hold of one another.

Kazuo Ishiguro (Never Let Me Go)

After Dickinson and Adams had it out over the Olive Branch Petition, Adams wrote to his wife, Abigail, that he and Dickinson “are not to be on speaking terms.” How sad is it that this tiff sort of cheers me up? If two of the most distinguished, dedicated, and thoughtful public servants in the history of this republic could not find a way to agree to disagree, how can we expect the current crop of congressional blockheads to get along?

Sarah Vowell (Lafayette in the Somewhat United States)

Narcissistic abuse is not just that someone dumped you or who you had a little tiff with them. NA is psychological abuse and brainwashing using intermittent reward and punishment, coercive control and withholding normal empathetic, emotional reactions to lower your self esteem.

Alice Little, Narcissistic Abuse Truths

In the silence that followed, violent anger hit Blay from out ofnowhere.Now his hands shook for a different reason.“So,” Saxton said hoarsely. “How was your night?”“What the hell happened down there?”Saxton loosened his tie. Unbuttoned his collar. Took yet anotherdeep breath. “Family tiff, as it were.”“Bullsh*t.”Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. “Must we do this?”“What happened—”“I think you and Qhuinn need to talk. And once you do, I won’t have to worry about being jumped like a felon again.”Blay frowned. “He and I have nothing to say to each other—”“With all due respect, the ligature marks around my neck wouldsuggest otherwise.”-Lover at Last, pg. 188 of the galleys

J.R. Ward (Lover at Last (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #11))

After all, you can argue – argue until you cry – about whatmodern, codified misogyny is; but straight-up ungentlemanliness,of the kind his mother would clatter the back of his head for, isinarguable. It doesn’t need to be a ‘man vs woman’ thing. It’s just atiff between The Guys.Seeing the whole world as ‘The Guys’ is important. The ideathat we’re all, at the end of the day, just a bunch of well-meaningschlumps, trying to get along, is the basic alpha and omega of myworld view. I’m neither ‘pro-women’ nor ‘antimen’. I’m just ‘Thumbsup for the six billion’.

Caitlin Moran (How to Be a Woman)

Tiff needed the words on the page to become the voice in her head, her own voice, or an approximation of it, and she needed the paper and the sound of the scratch of her chapped fingertips against it as she fiddled with each page.

Timothy Schaffert (The Coffins of Little Hope)

So with occasional tiffs, but on the whole rollicking, they drew near the Neverland; for after many moons they did reach it, and, what is more, they had been going pretty straight all the time, not perhaps so much owing to the guidance of Peter or Tink as because the sland was out looking for them. It is only thus that anyone may sight those magic shores.

J.M. Barrie (Peter Pan)

I’m not crazy like Tiff, I don’t get into fist fights with men at bars. I design pretty dild*s!

Nina G. Jones (Debt)

Like most people, Tiff believed that you are what happens to you. The rich and strong must have virtue; one to whom evil has been done must be bad, and may rightly be punished.

Ursula K. Le Guin (Tehanu (Earthsea Cycle, #4))

The thing I've noticed about life-' Zoe pauses to drain the last of her coffee and lick the foam off her lips, 'is that it just keeps coming at you. And it can be a real bummer. What you need to remember, Tiff, is that you're not alone. You've got friends and family. That's how we get by. We talk and share and eat cake and giggle in the dark, even when we're scared - no, especially when we're scared.'Wow. Reggie would be impressed. She's as good as Dr Phil. And not bald.

Bill Condon (A Straight Line to My Heart)

Hatred the only moving force, a petulant unhappy striving - childhood the only happiness, and that unknowing; then the continual battle that cannot ever possibly be won; a losing fight against ill-health - poverty for nearly all. Life is a long disease with only one termination and its last years are appalling: weak, racked by the stone, rheumatismal pains, senses going, friends, family, occupation gone, a man must pray for imbecility or a heart of stone. All under sentence of death, often ignominious,frequently agonizing: and then the unspeakable levity with which the faint chance of happiness is thrown away for some jealousy, tiff, sullenness, private vanity, mistaken sense of honour, that deadly, weak and silly notion.

Patrick O'Brian (Post Captain (Aubrey & Maturin, #2))

You and McNab sat around talking about women and sports.""I don't believe we got to sports. He had a woman on his mind."Eve's sneer vanished. "You talked to him about Peabody? Damn it, Roarke.""I could hardly slap him back. He's so pitifully smitten.""Oh." She winced. "Don't use that word.""It fits. In fact, if he took my advice ..." He turned his wrist, glanced at the unit fastened there. "They should be well into their first date by now.""Date? Date? Why did you do that? Why did you go and do something like that? Couldn't you leave it alone? They'd have had sex until they burned out on it, and everything would go back to normal."He angled his head. "That didn't work for us, did it?""We don't work together." Then, when his eyes brightened with pure amusem*nt, she showed her teeth. "Officially. You start mixing cops and romance and case files and gooey looks at briefings, you've got nothing but a mess. Next thing you know, Peabody will be wearing lip dye and smelly girl stuff and dragging body skimmers under her uniform."She dropped her head in her hands. "Then they'll have tiffs and misunderstandings that have nothing whatsoever to do with the job. They'll come at me from both sides, and before you know it, they'll be telling me things I absolutely do not want to know. And when they break it off and decide they hate each other down to the guts, I'll have to hear about that, too, and why they can't possibly work together, or breathe the same air, until I have no choice, absolutely no choice, but to kick both of their asses.""Eve, your sunny view on life never fails to lift my spirits.""And -- " She poked him in the chest. "It's all your fault."He grabbed her finger, nipped it, not so gently. "If that's the case, I'm going to insist they name their first child after me.

J.D. Robb (Witness in Death (In Death, #10))

How sad is it that this tiff sort of cheers me up? If two of the most distinguished, dedicated, and thoughtful public servants in the history of this republic could not find a way to agree to disagree, how can we expect the current crop of congressional blockheads to get along? While

Sarah Vowell (Lafayette in the Somewhat United States)

The Mississippi flows slowly by and the sun shines clean over everything, and Karena knows Tiff thinks she is crying because of Charles, because her brother is stuck in a mental asylum instead of out and about on this beautiful day the way he should be, healthy and alert and comfortable in his own skin.

Jenna Blum (The Stormchasers)

Tiff like in Breakfast at Tiffany's,' he says. 'Right?' I couldn't be more shocked. 'Um... yes, that's right - it's an old movie.''Is it? Don't watch that much TV. I've only heard of the book - got it at home. I bought it 'cause Truman Capote wrote it. I was stoked by In Cold Blood. He wrote that, too. You read it?''No.''Aw, you gotta. It rocks.'I look away as if I've been suddenly distracted by something out the window. It's my version of the pause button. There's a lot of information to process. Here's a boy my own age; he shakes my hand, he talks to me - not just to ask directions to the toilet - and he reads books.Heathcliff?

Bill Condon (A Straight Line to My Heart)

I knew it all, the whole drab compass of marital disillusion; we had been through it together, the Army and I, from the first importunate courtship until now, when nothing remained to us except the chill bonds of law and duty and custom. I had played every scene in the domestic tragedy, had found the early tiffs become more frequent, the tears less affecting, the reconciliations less sweet, till they engendered a mood of aloofness and cool criticism, and the growing conviction that it was not myself but the loved one who was at fault. I caught the false notes in her voice and learned to listen for them apprehensively; I recognized the blank, resentful stare of incomprehension in her eyes, and the selfish, hard set of the corners of her mouth. I learned her, as one must learn a woman one has kept house with, day in, day out, for three and a half years; I learned her slatternly ways, the routine and mechanism of her charm, her jealousy and self-seeking, and her nervous trick with the fingers when she was lying. She was stripped of all enchantment now and I knew her for an uncongenial stranger to whom I had bound myself indissolubly in a moment of folly.

Evelyn Waugh

Life is a long disease with only one termination and its last years are appalling: weak, racked by the stone, rheumatismal pains, senses going, friends, family, occupation gone, a man must pray for imbecility or a heart of stone. All under sentence of death, often ignominious, frequently agonizing: and then the unspeakable levity with which the faint chance of happiness is thrown away for some jealousy, tiff, sullenness, private vanity, mistaken sense of honour, that deadly, weak and silly notion.

Patrick O'Brian (Post Captain (Aubrey & Maturin, #2))

I’m impressed, Tiff. That’s a great idea.”Her having a great idea was a sobering thought, because if she had in fact gotten brains, too…well, I’d been shortchanged.

Rachel Hawthorne (The Boyfriend League)

This is what marriage is, I know. Tiffs and comfortability, miscommunications and long stretches of silence. Years and years of support and care and imperfection.

Rebecca Serle (In Five Years)

I turned away from the mirror. “That is really hideous,” Tiffany said, stepping back.“Thanks, Tiff. Your attitude will help me go out into the world with confidence.

Rachel Hawthorne (The Boyfriend League)

Most of these stories are on the tragic side. But the reader must not suppose that the incidents I have narrated were of common occurrence. The vast majority of these people, government servants, planters, and traders, who spent their working lives in Malaya were ordinary people ordinarily satisfied with their station in life. They did the jobs they were paid to do more or less competently,. They were as happy with their wives as are most married couples. They led humdrum lives and did very much the same things every day. Sometimes by way of a change they got a little shooting; but at a rule, after they had done their day's work, they played tennis if there were people to play with, went to the club at sundown if there was a club in the vicinity, drank in moderation, and played bridge. They had their little tiffs, their little jealousies, their little flirtations, their little celebrations. They were good, decent, normal people.I respect, and even admire, such people, but they are not the sort of people I can write stories about. I write stories about people who have some singularity of character which suggests to me that they may be capable of behaving in such a way as to give me an idea that I can make use of, or about people who by some accident or another, accident of temperament, accident of environment, have been involved in unusual contingencies. But, I repeat, they are the exception.

W. Somerset Maugham (Collected Short Stories: Volume 4)

my sister and I want to laugh out loud. She stands in her kitchen pouring a really good chardonnay. Her wrists, like her ankles, are perfect. Her fingers slender and adorned with the Tiff—the rock on a platinum

Gregg Olsen (The Sound of Rain (Nicole Foster Thriller, #1))

I must confess that Phemius behaved very well when, a couple of years later, I presented him with a manuscript of more than twelve thousand lines—not written on sheepskin but on scrolls of Egyptian papyrus which Aethon won in his glorious sack of Canopus. After all, Phemius is a professional bard and I am a mere interloper and a woman; and we had several serious tiffs while I was composing it. However, I let him have his way sometimes when he protested that this verse or that was faulty. But not always. He hated me to borrow passages from the Iliad for what he considered improper contexts, and he grew furious to find that Homer’s lines about the water being heated to wash Patroclus’s dead body were now used to describe the warm bath prepared for Odysseus, and that I had put part of Hector’s farewell speech to Andromache into Telemachus’s mouth, when he forbids his mother to meddle in men’s affairs. Phemius called me heartless to treat any passage so tragic as the first, or so moving as the second, with such disrespect.

Robert Graves (Homer's Daughter)

Down here, in our Cajun Magic Kingdom, I’m the Statue of Liberty. La Liberté éclairant le monde. But uptown, where the mold and the mildew still reign supreme, I go by Tiffany Proulx, which sounds like Peru, only without the pesky e inside. Most people call me Tiff, as in a fight, albeit a very small one. More like a squabble. A misunderstanding that’s bound to sort itself out. Just give it a little time is all.

Kenneth Womack (Playing the Angel)

Well, it's true for every elder sibling, We have this supremely potent weapon "parents " on our side in such matters. In fact, such are the times when our maturity works wonders in hitching parents to our side over these younger siblings.

Parul Wadhwa (The Masquerade)

I was upset at the time, yes. But I didn't believe it to be anything so different from other tiffs we'd had. It never occurred to me that our lives, until then so closely interwoven, could unravel and separate over a thing like that. But the fact was, I suppose, there were powerful tides tugging us apart by then, and it only needed something like that to finish the task. If we'd understood that back then - who knows? - maybe we'd have kept a tighter hold of one another.

Kazuo Ishiguro (Never Let Me Go)

Well, it is to be confessed that the cold of warm climates always has a peculiarly aggravating effect on the mind. A warm region is just like some people who get such a character for good temper, that they never can indulge themselves even in an earnest disclaimer without everybody crying out upon them, "What puts you in such a passion?" &c. So Nature, if she generally sets up for amiability during the winter months, cannot be allowed a little tiff now and then, a white frost, a cold rain-storm, without being considered a monster.

Harriet Beecher Stowe (Palmetto-Leaves)

I don’t know,” Mom said. “A boy in the house…” Her voice trailed off as though her thoughts were traveling into R-rated territory.“It’s not like we’re going to date him, Mom. Worse than seeing Tiff without her clothes, he may see her without her makeup.”“No way!” Tiffany screeched. “I don’t leave my room without makeup.”“Exactly. It would be kinda icky dating a guy who was living with us, who wouldn’t always see us at our best. So, getting involved with him isn’t even an issue.” Getting involved with one of his teammates, yes, but him, no.

Rachel Hawthorne (The Boyfriend League)

Wearing Deni's huge vicuna coat with the si cap over my ears, in cold biting winds of December New York, Irwin and Simon led me up to the Russian Tea Room to meet Salvador Dali.He was sitting with his chin on a finely decorated tile headed cane, blue and white, next to his wife at the Cafe table. He had a cane, blue and white, next to his wife at the Cafe table. He had a little wax moustache, thin. When the waiter asked him what he wanted he said 'One grapefruit...peenk!' and he had big blue eyes like a baby, a real or Spaniard. He told us no artist was great unless he made money. Was he talking about Uccello, Ghianondri, Franca? We didn't even know what money really was or what to do with it. Dali had already read an article about the 'insurgent' 'beats' and was interested. When Irwin told him (in Spanish) we wanted to meet Marlon Brando (who ate in this Russian Tea Room) he said, waving three fingers at me, 'He is more beautiful than M. Brando.'I wondered why he said that but he probably had a tiff with old Marlon. But what he meant was my eyes, which were blue, like his, and my hair, which is black, like his, and when I looked into his eyes, and he looked into my eyes, we couldn't stand all that sadness. In fact, when Dali and I look in the mirror we can't stand all that sadness. To Dali sadness is beautiful.

Jack Kerouac (Desolation Angels)

He turned around and looked at me really intently.At my eyes. He must like my eyes! He looked away, then looked back at me. He couldn’t keep his eyes off my face. His brow furrowed slightly, and it looked like he was biting back a smile.“Guess we should go eat, huh?” he finally said.“Oh, yeah.” I sounded startled. So uncool.“Is there someplace I can wash my hands?”“Bathroom.”Jason hitched up that one intriguing corner of his mouth. “Where is it?”“Oh, right! It connects the two bedrooms on this side of the hall, although the other room is the junk room, so you don’t have to worry about anyone walking in on you. Tiff and I are across the hall and have our own bathroom.” Although normally I used the guest bathroom, because Tiffany was always drying things in ours. “For your private bathroom, you can either go through that door there or come into the hallway and get to it that way.”I felt like I was rambling. I wanted to yell, “Someone shut me up!

Rachel Hawthorne (The Boyfriend League)

The punch was getting to them, their faces redder and small tiffs between couples,

Edna O'Brien (The Light of Evening)

But you didn’t know about the woman, dear Alec,’ said Danny Hislop at supper that night, when Lymond had walked down to his horse and departed. ‘Nobody told us about the woman. Güzel. The Mistress. What if they have a tiff and she withdraws all her assets before the Tsar has decided to keep us? What,’ said Danny dreamily, ‘if she takes against our coarse ways when she meets us? Or decides she’d prefer one of us to sweet Francis?… Jesus?… Sir?

Dorothy Dunnett (The Ringed Castle (The Lymond Chronicles, #5))

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Olivia Devin

I need to find a way out of here and when I did, I was sending Troy back for Diamond’s ass. I couldn’t wait to let Blaize and Tiff know about their damn mother.

Myiesha (A New Jersey Love Story 4: The Finale)

He likes me… That’s it. After all of the tiffs, and snide remarks, all of that awkward energy, and the expressions, and… he likes me. And damn if I don’t like him back… A little too much, even...

Takerra Allen (An Affair in Munthill)

Sure,’ Mary said, putting on a smile. ‘I have to get back. But please, feel free to look around as much as you’d like.’ Roper gave her a look that said, we don’t need your permission for that, but Jamie thanked her anyway and let her walk off. He sucked on his teeth the way he did when he wanted a cigarette, and watched Mary go out of earshot. ‘Find anything?’ he asked, turning to Jamie. She let out a long breath. ‘Don’t know yet. Looks like Grace wasn’t as faithful to Ollie as she made out.’ ‘Lover’s tiff?’ ‘Could be.’ Jamie thought about it. ‘Spurned ex, maybe. Maybe it’s the drugs. Maybe something else entirely.’ She rubbed her eyes. It’d been a long morning and she needed to eat. ‘Come on. Let’s head back to HQ, get this written up. We’ll come back when Grace shows her face.’ Roper nodded without a word and headed for the door, already reaching for his cigarettes. Chapter 6 Jamie zipped up her jacket and dug her hands into her pockets, following Roper out the door. He’d sped on ahead so that he could light up before Jamie told him not to. She didn’t like that fresh stink in her car, and she definitely wouldn’t let him smoke in there anyway. And he definitely wasn’t above running out and doing it before she had time to protest. Her effort to make him quit by forcing him to stand in the cold obviously wasn’t working. He was a seasoned smoker and spent most nights standing outside pubs, come rain or shine, sucking down smoke. That and the fact that he was far too stubborn to give in to such a weak ploy. It was like those goats that stand on the side of damns to lick the salt off. One missed step and it was guaranteed death. But they were single minded. And so was Roper. If she cared more she might have tried harder, but she knew from experience that when guys like Roper made a decision, they’d stick to it forever. As far as he was concerned, the drinking and the smoking was as much a part of him as his belly button was. It couldn’t be changed, and trying would only invite self-loathing. Guys like him had to hit rock bottom. Only then could they start coming back up. But sometimes they just stayed there, scraping the ground until they gouged a hole deep enough to die in. She should call her mum. It had been a while. Outside, Roper was already two drags in by the time she reached the steps. A couple of the people outside had moved on and the guy in the sleeping bag had woken up and headed inside, though the urine stain that had seeped into the stone under him still remained. Jamie tried not to breathe through her nose as she hopped down the steps, her shin still throbbing from the morning’s bout with Cake. She opened her mouth to tell Roper to hurry up when she almost got knocked over. A guy in his forties with an expensive suit and a long lambswool coat was rushing by, his head turned towards the steps. ‘Filthy f*cking cretins,’ he almost yelled at the three homeless people still perched on the steps, before colliding with Jamie. He stumbled sideways, down into the roadway, shoving Jamie backwards. ‘Get off!’ he shouted, flapping his arms. Jamie steadied herself and stared at him. Roper even stopped smoking his cigarette and came forward. ‘Hey!’ he called. ‘You’re not having any!’ the man yelled again, striding forward away from the shelter. ‘You should all be drowned. Wash this goddamn city clean!

Morgan Greene (Bare Skin (DS Jamie Johansson #1))

I bought the drinks and sat at a round table with Karen, Max and Suzi. Karen was as cheerful as she’d been the day before, but Max and Suzi would barely look at each other. A lovers’ tiff? Max swiftly downed his pint of bitter and announced he was going to play on the quiz machine. I watched him jabbing at the buttons and swearing under his breath

Mark Edwards (The Retreat)

Amidst some disorderTiffs and tearsThere’s also lovecamaraderie and cheers

Puja Bhakoo

Think about the urgency of death the next time you argue with your partner or you react unskillfully when your teenager talks back to you. It will change your whole perspective on how you live—to know that it will all be gone. All the petty little disagreements, all the tiffs and fights, all the inconsequential pursuits and preoccupations fly out the window when you look at life from this perspective of death and dying.

Miles Neale (Gradual Awakening: The Tibetan Buddhist Path of Becoming Fully Human)

So what do you think so far, Tiff?” I asked as I started combing my hair.“I’m thinking next year we need to have some sort of fund-raiser. These guys deserve better than old school buses.”“If anyone can make it happen, it’s Miss Teen Ragland.”“Next year, I’ll just be Tiffany.”She put on her cap, and I tugged on the brim. “I think Tiffany can make it happen, too.”“Especially since you and Bird will be on my committee.”She walked out before we could respond.“Did she just volunteer us?” Bird asked.“Yep.” I dropped my comb into my tote. I put my cap and sunglasses back on. Next year’s fund-raising committee was the last thing I wanted to think about. For the next couple of hours, I planned to focus on this year’s team, this year’s pitcher.Tonight’s date.

Rachel Hawthorne (The Boyfriend League)

So, how old were you when you discovered St. Patrick?” I teased.“Twelve! He was bloody twelve!” Tiffa bellowed from the backseat, making everyone laugh. “When Darcy was born, he was wearing a tiny little bow tie and braces.”“Braces?” I giggled.“Suspenders,” Wilson supplied dryly.“He has always been an absolute geek,” Tiffa chortled. “That, my dear Blue, is why he's brilliant. And wonderful.”“Don't try to be nice to me now, Tiff,” Wilson smiled, catching her gaze in his rear view mirror.“All right. I won't. Did you know he was going to be a doctor, Blue?”“Tiffa!” Wilson moaned.

Amy Harmon (A Different Blue)

Tiffany learned that Lin had stolen Tiffany’s book title idea: “2 girls 1 cup.” A month ago, Tiffany had confided to Lin about Tiffany’s research showing that there was nothing on Amazon with the title “2 girls 1 cup,” and Tiff intended to be the first one to use that title for her upcoming book. Lin had betrayed her. Now, Lin’s book was available online and it was on the bestsellers list. Tiffany’s first go-to move for revenge against any of her female friends was to go sleep with her BFF’s boyfriend. That was “Dr. Bob” as Lin called him affectionately (he was Lin’s drug source).

Lin Xun (2 Girls 1 Cup)

Tiff was a voice major at Appalachian State and had been singing in the St. Barnabas choir for a couple of years under our “scholarship for young singers” program.

Mark Schweizer (The Diva Wore Diamonds (The Liturgical Mystery #7))

Well! I’ve ended my tale; I hope you don’t think it too long; but, before I go, just let me say one thing. If any of you have any quarrels, or misunderstandings, or coolnesses, or cold shoulders, or shynesses, or tiffs, or miffs, or huffs, with any one else, just make friends before Christmas, -- you will be so much merrier if you do. I ask it of you for the sake of that old angelic song, heard so many years ago by the shepherds, keeping watch by night, on Bethlehem Heights.

Charles Dickens (Delphi Christmas Collection Volume I (Illustrated) (Delphi Anthologies Book 6))

Tiff rolled her eyes like her brother before her. “Just because you can use big words doesn’t mean you’re smart okay”.“My apologies my Princessness” Pae said making fun of her title. “I wasn’t aware that you can’t understand three syllable words”.“I understand what you just said better than you do. I bet you don’t even know a word longer than three syllables” Tiff argued.“Well then maybe it is simply inadequacy of sleep which motivates your insufficient comprehension of stratification” Pae replied.“Okay Shakespeare” interrupted Pen. “I think that’s enough for the day. Why don’t you go back to our rooms while we spend the next three days determining what you just said”.

Benedict Fetsch (Defend Us in Battle)

Pae laughed at that until Tiff gave him an icy glare. Pae kept laughing however because it was funny.“That’s really mean” Tiff said unbelieving that Pae was laughing at that.“Well taking a recently dead man’s uniform was mean too” Pae countered.“I guess the end justifies the mean” Pen said. Both Pae and Tiff turned and shook their heads at him.

Benedict Fetsch (Defend Us in Battle)

Well yes” agreed Pae, “but they didn’t have both keys. The duel blades Vitae and Mortem. It’s like legend says, ‘The Tree will be revealed”“To he whom hests the power of both life and death in the very palm” Tiff interrupted.“Aw” Pen smiled. “You two are finishing each other’s sentences”.Pae rolled his eyes. He was more than capable of finishing his own sentences.

Benedict Fetsch (Defend Us in Battle)

She went from one pile of bodies to the next, dodging protruding spears, and stepping over limbs. She was looking for two people among two thousand dead. She finally crested a hill, and saw two prone forms. Pen and Pae, were lying next to each other, their weapons still in hand, and their faces turned to the sky. Tiff screamed in horror as she saw them unmoving. She ran over to them with tears in her eyes, but much to her surprise, she found comfort.“Don’t go killing yourself Juliet” Pae whispered.

Benedict Fetsch (Defend Us in Battle)

We don’t want to go back to the traditional [model], labor-intensive, simple and boring.

Dexter Tiff Roberts (The Myth of Chinese Capitalism: The Worker, the Factory, and the Future of the World)

Chinese women of childbearing age on average were having 1.6 children, well below the replacement rate of 2.1 needed to maintain a population, and down from a high of six in the 1960s, before the one-child policy and other birth restrictions were instituted.

Dexter Tiff Roberts (The Myth of Chinese Capitalism: The Worker, the Factory, and the Future of the World)

Guizhou is one of the very cloudiest; its capital, Guiyang, is overcast for nine months

Dexter Tiff Roberts (The Myth of Chinese Capitalism: The Worker, the Factory, and the Future of the World)

Despite huge progress in wiping out poverty, the countryside still has large numbers of poor people and incomes continue to fall behind the rest of the country. This unfortunate fact is in part because of the hukou system, which restricts rural people’s ability to fully integrate into the cities.

Dexter Tiff Roberts (The Myth of Chinese Capitalism: The Worker, the Factory, and the Future of the World)

Given the central role that nationalizing land and eliminating private ownership in the countryside played in its revolution and ideology, the party is loath to reverse course. The leaders maintain that through “the collective,” land in the countryside in effect belongs to all the people, an argument made much earlier by Mao.

Dexter Tiff Roberts (The Myth of Chinese Capitalism: The Worker, the Factory, and the Future of the World)

In 2012, for the first time in history, more Chinese resided in cities than in the countryside; policymakers were eager to encourage this trend to continue.

Dexter Tiff Roberts (The Myth of Chinese Capitalism: The Worker, the Factory, and the Future of the World)

I stared at the sheets of paper after I'd finished reading. I missed her terribly. It was astonishing to me how much we were thinking in the same direction. Fenn got me, in a way that I didn't think anyone else ever had. And at the same time, we were nothing alike. I'd written more than one letter like hers, to be opened after my death. One for Tiff, one for Reimer, one for Tom, one for Maddie, one each for my parents... only if you wrote them like i did, you called them suicide notes instead

Alexander Wales (Book I (Worth the Candle #1))

I look at my much in love parents, and their cutest ever tiffs.How they get back to talking because they cannot just, not talk, toeach other, for too long. They sulk, and talk, but talk. Never a daywithout talking. Such, is how love should be. I look at them andmy cup runneth over!

Vidhu Kapur (LOVE TOUCHES ONCE & NEVER LEAVES ...A Blooming & Moving Love Saga!)

Saying Meg had gone into labour? I had a tiff with Sara about that. You know she’s not in labour any more, I said. She explained that the press must be given the dramatic, suspenseful story they demanded. But it’s not true, I said. Ah, truth didn’t matter. Keeping people tuned to the show, that was the thing.

Prince Harry (Spare)

Teenagers,' he says, finally, as if this is a tiff over curfew. 'I teach at the high school.' He smiles, ruefully. 'Social graces run thin with them. They're adept at spitting ou the truth the rest of us try to bury in politeness. Messy.

Kerry Anne King

tiff. Someone I love should cut their own bangs.

Naomi West (Diamond Devil (Zakharov Bratva #1))

the country’s next big labor downsizing and the biggest change ever to come to its manufacturing sector: the end of its reliance on a migrant workforce and its replacement with robots.

Dexter Tiff Roberts (The Myth of Chinese Capitalism: The Worker, the Factory, and the Future of the World)

While local governments were seen as corrupt and in cahoots with factories, both aligned in their mutual desire to abuse laborers in their pursuit of money, the officials in far-off Beijing were certainly on the side of the workers and would stop any mistreatment, if only they knew about it; didn’t the laws they wrote make that clear? It always made me feel sad, no matter how often this mantra of faith was repeated. The reality, of course, was that Beijing was much more concerned about preserving stability, and would never accept workers taking matters

Dexter Tiff Roberts (The Myth of Chinese Capitalism: The Worker, the Factory, and the Future of the World)

Without a free press, an opposition party, or meaningful elections, the people have few outlets other than taking to the streets.

Dexter Tiff Roberts (The Myth of Chinese Capitalism: The Worker, the Factory, and the Future of the World)

As Deng himself had reportedly said, in his version of trickle-down economics, “Some must get rich first.

Dexter Tiff Roberts (The Myth of Chinese Capitalism: The Worker, the Factory, and the Future of the World)

Maybe he’s capitalizing on the fact that you had a little tiff last night and is pulling a prank.

Janice A. Thompson (Gone with the Groom (Bridal Mayhem Mystery, #2))

The Safest PlaceIt’s a hygienic lovers’ tiffThat starts with if and only ifAnd tails off like a doctor’s note.How could you write the things you wrote,Scaremongering? I’m sure we’ll live.Thank God my job’s repetitive.It keeps me calm – no hurt, no games.I type a list of authors’ names,Relish the thought of getting bored.I’m busy here. I can’t affordTo fall apart or fall behind.Everywhere else you’re on my mind;Work has become the safest place.This catalogue, this database,Proves, in a way, that life goes on.Beaumont, Francis. Fletcher, John.

Sophie Hannah (Marrying the Ugly Millionaire: New and Collected Poems)

I took out my laptop, and my fingers began to dance on the keyboard. I wish I knew how to write! I wish I knew how to live! The gap between the movement of my fingers and what I was feeling so intensely in that moment was so huge that I could see the knots in the formation of each sentence being written. Then, in the process of untying the knots, I would get so entangled that I would lose my grip on what exactly I was feeling. There was a tiff going on between my living and my being. I would write and delete, again write and again delete. Each time I felt I was being untruthful. Every time the word 'Kashmir' would appear in front of my eyes, I wondered why this word seemed to be so distant. I left my Kashmir. I tried to write Shabeer's Kashmir or tried to narrate from Mushtaq's point of view. Why had my Kashmir faded so much?

Manav Kaul (Rooh, A Novel)

Tiff’s allowing her kids the luxury of watching television brought to mind a dinner Pete, the kids, and I went to with a few other couples and their kids. We were at a restaurant where the service was friendly but slow, and after five minutes, all of our kids were growing restless. My husband and I reached for our iPhones, because years earlier we’d decided (or at least accepted) that we’d let our children play on screens while they waited for food in restaurants. Another couple, for reasons of civility or table manners or brain development, had a no-screens-at-the-table policy in effect, so instead they reached for the piles of toys they’d carried with them, in big tote bags brimming with markers and Play-Doh and Disney figurines. They poured these nondigital diversions onto the table, turning the place settings into an elevated rec room. Another couple at the table disapproved of both of these choices. They wanted their children to sit nicely and participate in the conversation. Mostly this meant their kids flopped around and played with the saltshakers and kicked each other’s knees. The one childless couple at the table grimaced at all of us. I could see them silently interrogating each other, trying to understand how it was possible that all six of their friends were such ineffectual parents. Everyone was tense and unhappy. Everyone felt watched and judged. Everyone was wondering who was doing it the right way. But worst of all, worse than the atmosphere of guardedness and anxiety, was the fact that no one was acknowledging any of it.This, it turns out, is the most important rule of parenting as a competitive sport: Nobody ever, no matter what, admits to competing. We smile and nod and hold our judgments until we get home from the restaurant. We say things like, “There’s no single right way.” We say these things as we sip our drinks, and only when we get home do we say to our partner or the nearest person who will listen, “What the f*ck are they doing with those kids?” Nothing is acknowledged. Nothing is discussed. And on and on the parenting game goes; it’s hard to win while pretending not to play.

Kim Brooks (Small Animals: Parenthood in the Age of Fear)

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What is Nietzsche's famous quote? ›

One of Friedrich Nietzsche's most famous quotes concerns religion and the development of a secular society in Europe. “God is dead, and we have killed him,” is one of Friedrich Nietzsche's most provocative claims.

What did Nietzsche say about life? ›

Nietzsche gives two different answers. One is that the meaning of life is the Übermensch (sometimes translated as 'Superman'), Nietzsche's post-human creator of meaning, affirmer of life, and bearer of values. The other answer is that the meaning of life is the will to power.

What did Nietzsche say? ›

"God is dead" (German: Gott ist tot [ɡɔt ɪst toːt]; also known as the death of God) is a statement made by the German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche. The first instance of this statement in Nietzsche's writings is in his 1882 The Gay Science, where it appears three times.

Did Nietzsche say I know of no better purpose? ›

I know of no better life purpose than to perish attempting the great and impossible. The fact that something seems impossible should not be a reason to not pursue it. That's exactly what makes it worth pursuing. Where would the courage and greatness be if success was certain and there was no risk.

What is Nietzsche's main point? ›

Nietzsche's philosophy contemplates the meaning of values and their significance to human existence. Given that no absolute values exist, in Nietzsche's worldview, the evolution of values on earth must be measured by some other means. How then shall they be understood?

What is the paradox of Nietzsche? ›

The paradox then is that Nietzsche seems to be endorsing two incompatible views on what constitutes life-affirmation. The naïve view precludes reflection on the totality of life, while the reflective view makes such reflection necessary for life-affirmation.

How did Nietzsche's life end? ›

Nietzsche spent the last 11 years of his life in total mental darkness, first in a Basel asylum, then in Naumburg under his mother's care and, after her death in 1897, in Weimar in his sister's care. He died in 1900. His breakdown was long attributed to atypical general paralysis caused by dormant tertiary syphilis.

Does Nietzsche believe in afterlife? ›

Nietzsche's Views on an Afterlife

Zarathustra doesn't believe in an afterlife in the usual sense, but he does believe in what he calls “eternal recurrence.” In his view, time is infinite in both directions: No matter when you live, there is always an infinite amount of time before and after you.

What did Nietzsche teach us? ›

It is not that Nietzsche believed we always end up getting what we want (his own life had taught him this well enough). He simply insisted that we must become conscious of our true potential, put up a heroic fight to honour it, and only then mourn failure with solemn frankness and dignified honesty.

What did Nietzsche believe about Jesus? ›

In the 19th century, Friedrich Nietzsche was highly critical of Jesus, whose teachings he considered to be "anti-nature" in their treatment of topics such as sexuality.

What were Nietzsche's last words? ›

Taken home by his neighbor, Nietzsche lay on a couch for two days without speaking a word and then uttered his “obligatory” last words: “Mutter, ich bin dumm (Mother, I am dumb).” Tarr's film investigates the rest of the life of that horse, but the rest of Nietzsche's life is worth investigating too, which I will try ...

What did Nietzsche warn? ›

It is well known that Nietzsche heralded the death of god, by which he meant that in the West the belief in a monotheistic god was in decline. Yet what is less known is that he also forecasted that following the death of god true world theories would continue to flourish.

What was Nietzsche's most famous quote? ›

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.

What does Nietzsche reject? ›

He rejects morality because it is disvaluable – that is to say, a bad thing. He thinks it is bad because he thinks it prevents those capable of living the highest kind of life from doing so. All of this raises a number of important ques4ons for understanding and assessing Nietzsche's cri4que.

Did Nietzsche believe in reason? ›

Contrary to consensualists' beliefs, Nietzsche argues that 'there are no such things as mind, reason, thought, consciousness, soul, will, or truth' beyond human's need and experience (WP §480). Metaphysical foundation of Reason and truth do not exist prior to experience.

What does "woman was God's second mistake" mean? ›

She was created by God second. If she was just like man was then in Nietzsche's eyes she. Because man was his first mistake. In Nietzsche's view “mankind is something to be surpassed”. Man is a flawed, servile, and little more than a herd.

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Existentialist philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre argued that “Hell is—other people”; what did he mean by that?

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Diogenes Quote: Education gives sobriety to the young, comfort to the old, riches to the poor and is an ornament to the rich.

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The situation of Nietzsche's developing relationship with Lou Salome could not have been more complex and less auspicious. Paul Ree had already had ample time to fall in love with Lou himself. Nietzsche clearly fell in love with her immediately.

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