#rules for gods in nora logs | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

park-ranger-is-my-comfort-animal · 2 years ago

Text

Clean Up On Murder Aisle || Nora & Jerry

TIMING : Late June / Prior to the events down in the mines. LOCATION: 'Whitlock's Wares', Downtown Wicked's Rest PARTIES: @honeysmokedham & @park-ranger-is-my-comfort-animal

SUMMARY: Jerry goes to Whitlock's Wares to get some axes sharpened. Nora goes to the same store to steal things. The two bugbears face off and blood is spilled!

CONTENT WARNINGS: Knife play, Injury, Physical violence, Blood, Mentions of parental death, Mentions of parental abuse,

The flat, but comfortingly familiar tone of the dented bell above the door of Whitlock’s Wares clanked as Jerry entered the store, a large canvas holdall at his side. Unlike his usual attire of Park Ranger uniform and padded jacket, Jerry was dressed in a pair of dirty, well worn jeans, red plaid shirt and rigger boots. Covered in sawdust and wood shavings, he resembled a lumberjack who’d just come in from the deep woods.

Simon Whitlock gave Jerry a broad grin as he approached the front desk and dumped the holdall between them, the contents clanking metallically.

“How’s the cabin coming along, Jerry?,” the proprietor asked, opening the canvas bag and taking a look inside. “You need these sharpening?”

“Well, it’s coming,” Jerry said, nodding as Simon took a large axe from the holdall. “Hoping to have it weather-tight before winter. You got them SPAX log screws I ordered?”

“Should be here Thursday,” Simon replied, checking the rest of the tools in Jerry’s bag.

“25% off if they ain’t.”

“You don’t have to remind me, it’s been the rule here since the dawn of time!,” Simon laughed, lifting the holdall off the desk. “I can sharpen these now, if you’ve got time to wait?”

“Sure. I can’t get on until they’re done anyhow,” he agreed, grabbing a fistful of candy from a bowl on the desk.

“Those’re 10 cents each,” Simon called from the back of the store, still laughing.

“I know the rule!,” Jerry countered, turning away as the bell clanked again. He couldn’t see who’d just walked in, there were too many shelves and stacked paint pots in the way, but they brought a strange feeling with them, whoever they were. Something familiar, but elusive… like someone Jerry had met before and whose name was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t quite remember it.

Moving further into the store as the grinder fired up behind him, Jerry lifted his head and inhaled, searching for a scent to track.

Nora needed tools for an important project. That project was vandalism. So far, her weekly terror of the local college campus was going well, but not great. It could be better. Bigger. More organised. Nora needed to make a show piece. Something that would really get people talking, start a buzz, make them nervous. Unfortunately, Nora was lacking in, well, everything. That came with having walked for the better part of two years. Everything she wanted she needed to be carried, and carrying things got tiring.

Normally, Nora preferred not to steal from mom-and-pop businesses. Big corporations could digest the cost of their loss easier, but Wicked’s Rest was a small town with small stores. Which meant today, she was committing the cardinal sin of stealing from a small business. Maybe she could steal some money from someone with enough to cover the cost at a later date. Her extracurricular activities couldn’t wait for monetary acquisition.

The bell let out a soft ding and Nora slipped into the store. The first thing, upon arrival, was the notice of a scent. Animistic. Weird. Nora thought nothing of it. She’d already met a few shape shifters in this town, and other sorts of monsters. Everyone was rocking their own weird vibe here. Who was she to judge? Nora noted two men talking at the front of the store and wound her way around the back.

Nora perused the shelves, hands shoved in her pocket as she went through the mental list of items she need. Hammer. Nails. Paint. Duct tape. Probably needed extra duct tape. They were always running out in the office. God, what was she doing thinking of work during her free hours? Was she becoming a workaholic. Disgusting. Nora slipped a hammer in her pocket. Nora flitted down a different aisle, catching sight of the man who had been talking at the counter. Nora stared him down, deadpan, revealing nothing. It wasn’t hard to stare people down like that, Nora wore her emotionless mask at all times. Today was especially easy cause the only thing she was thinking about was wanting him to leave the aisle so she could continue stealing.

Jerry stopped at the top of the aisle, opposite the diminutive figure who appeared to be glaring at him. The shelves between them were stacked with spools of ropes, chains and plastic hoses of various kinds, alongside a veritable rainbow of duct tape in many different colors and a variety of dust sheets, oil cloths and tarpaulins.

Simon would sometimes joke about it being the store’s ‘Murder Aisle’, which seemed oddly fitting right now with this young woman staring at him with her large dark eyes, as though she were willing him to drop dead on the spot.

That oddly familiar scent which had drawn Jerry to this area of the store was strongest here, as if emanating from somewhere down this aisle. Maybe when the girl moved away, Jerry could take a better look and figure out what - or who - was making it.

But she didn’t move. She just stood there, staring at him with that blank, almost disdainful expression on her face. It was like the girl was trying to stare him down, like an animal in the wild might, waiting for the other to acknowledge their dominance and back down.

The Park Ranger returned the stare, his face settling into its own expression of passive aggressive irritation. In his time, Jerry had stared down moose and sianach, wolves and phobids, and he was not about to let one little child think she could intimidate him.

The light hanging over the aisle swung softly, the light flickering every now and then. Not enough to be annoying, but enough to set a mysterious scene in the hardware store. The aisle around them held an assortment of tools, all of which could be used in a fight against the man standing at the other end. Nora was used to her stare being unsettling, a predator staring at prey. The instinctual fear of humans to move away, their skin warning them with goosebumps. This man, taller than most, gruffer than others, didn’t play by those rules. Oh, he wanted to play. Nora could play.

Magic tickled at Nora’s fingertips, that access to the illusionary magic tucked deep inside of her longed to come out to play. What kind of monster would make this man pee himself? His lack of leaving the aisle during Nora’s initial stare down made her think he might be a figher, not a flighter. Those always went for the illusions, which meant Nora had to be on top of them to make sure contact wasn’t made. If there was a trick to tangible illusions, she hadn’t mastered it.

Something about the man made her think he was the outdoor type. He had the scent of pine trees lingering on him, as well as something… What was that? Nora knew that smell. It was at the tip of her tongue, like something she’d smelled before often but why couldn’t she put a name to it in the moment? The mystery frustrated Nora. She didn’t like the secrets this town held. She especially didn’t like that she was supposed to uphold the secrets. Even now she could hear her mentor’s voice reminding her that this could be a ranger, and she needed to be careful with what she did.

Nora had never been good at careful.

The light flickered again; an idea formed. She waited. Staring. As the light flickered once more, Nora twisted an illusion across her features. Turning her eyes black, and her smile into something twisted and demonic. It lasted for the beat of the flicker then it faded into nothingness. Returning to her blank, expressionless mask, a challenge once more in her eyes. Would he leave now?

Jerry raised a single eyebrow in surprise as the horrific change flickered across the girl’s face. It wasn’t that her altered appearance had shocked or scared him - Jerry had been able to see through fae glamours for most of his life and was well versed at meeting the beautiful & horrific equally with an expression of neutral disinterest - but the fact that he hadn’t noticed it before that moment disturbed him.

Was this something new? Some kind of creature that only looked like lost children to draw people in? Maybe some variation on the anglerfish that used a child-shaped lure? It clearly wasn’t one of the fae, but there had been so many other things in this town that could pass for human. Things that would crawl from the forest, swim out of the lakes and rivers, or climb up from the deepest shafts of the old mine to disturb the peace.

…or maybe she really was just a little girl and he was overreacting to nothing more than a trick of the light.

In Jerry’s opinion, he wasn’t great at interacting with human children. It wasn’t that he actively disliked them, but he just didn’t have the same kind of shared life experience that made it easier for humans to relate and connect with the young of their own species. The formative years of Jerry’s cubhood had been spent living in an extended sloth with other bugbears, not that it had been the happy time in his life that most would expect. Those first six years were filled with memories of being either rejected or abused by his father in equal measure, not to mention the near constant mocking and bullying he’d experienced from the greater community who’d learned his father’s example. Only his maternal Grandsow had shown him any kind of affection, and even then it was with a deep sadness in her eyes for the loss of her daughter to Jerry’s birth.

Ultimately, it was his adoptive human parents who had worked hardest to show Jerry a different world than the one he’d tried to run from that snow-covered night.

Slowly and deliberately, without breaking eye contact with the girl, Jerry lowered himself down until he knelt on the aisle floor, as if he were being approached by a nervous and potentially dangerous animal.

“You lost, kid?,” Jerry asked in a low, calm voice when he was closer to her level. “It’s okay. I ain’ gonna hurt ya none,” he continued, holding out a single piece of foil wrapped candy towards the girl on the open palm of his rough, paw-like hand. “Your parents know you’re here?”

— There was no fear. Surprise had marched across his face, come, and gone in a moment, but no fear. Annoyance flickered across Nora for a brief moment. It never made it to her face which remained impassive and unamused. A tough customer, but Nora was no stranger to people who needed an extra push into terror. Nora could play the game. It was her favourite game, after all.

Above them the light continued to flicker. For a hardware store, perhaps that wasn’t the best advertisement. Or perhaps they were waiting for the right customer with the right questions to come in so they could display just how easy it was to fix a flickering light.

Across from her, the man was lowering himself, kneeling and offering his hand like she was some sort of animal. If Nora was expressive, she would have laughed. She would have keeled over laughing at the sight. The man didn’t know just how right he was, but Nora wasn’t any kind of animal, Nora was a monster and the difference was important. The difference was she wasn’t trying to scare him because she was lost and scared herself. She was trying to scare him because it was fun.

“Help me.” It was an illusion, Nora could never will her monotone voice to hold such vulnerability. The illusion echoed around them, more specifically, the illusion echoed around him. Nora wanted it to trigger the hairs on his arm to rise and goosebumps to cover him with the sensory shock of the word being floated around him from all directions. To activate a primal fear that this human could be surrounded, and now he was kneeling on the ground. He looked old. His knees were probably bad. Old people were always talking about how bad their knees were. Maybe he’d struggle to get back up. Maybe he would fall. It would be funny.

Nora only moved forward with the flickering of the light. The movement was enhanced with illusions, and honestly it was a tribute to the amount of work and practice she’d put into her illusions. From the angle where he sat on the ground, Nora could create a perfect square of art. It showed her, Nora, as she was standing in place, but since the illusion was placed close to the man’s face, Nora was able to walk forward, closing the space between them, while appearing like she was just standing there. Then, as the light flickered, the frame reset, and Nora was closer. As if he blinked, and suddenly she teleported forward.

Flicker.

She was in front of him. He had been kind. He had said he wasn’t going to hurt her. Perhaps he was a concerned citizen, set on helping everyone. But the only help Nora needed was food, fear to sustain her. “I’m going to hurt you.” Nora whispered, her monotone voice holding no emotion behind. No malice. No glee. Empty. Nora pulled a knife from her jacket, letting it catch the light, so the blade sparkled. “Then you can join my parents.”

The illusion – which Jerry was now certain that it was – was undeniably impressive. The words felt as though they echoed from the walls and whispered in his ears at the same time. They had just the right intonation and pitch that the voice could have belonged to a child or a young adult, depending on how the listener was inclined to perceive it, and imagination would do the rest. Someone might say that they heard the voice of their young daughter or son in that whisper, maybe their wife or sister, but every impression would be as valid and as false as any other. It was an unnerving effect to be sure, or it might have been if he were someone else.

For Jerry it was more akin to being a magician, sitting in the audience at a theatre while another magician performed on stage. He could appreciate the artistry and skill involved in every trick, even enjoy the performance itself, but he knew how it was all done. There was no real magic to any of it, just manipulation.

Jerry had never liked stage magicians. He didn’t much like being manipulated either.

He watched as the little girl wove her next illusions and she was so quick in doing so that Jerry almost missed it. In a moment there were suddenly three of them; the girl and her two ghost twins, painted on glass that hung in front of his face. It was undeniably clever and he would have congratulated her, if not for what came next.

The knife in her hand wasn’t another illusion. It caught the flickering artificial light and danced the beam off of its cold steel blade. Her next words made the effect even more chilling.

“I’m going to hurt you. Then you can join my parents.”

It is a fact that most humans would focus their attention on the knife in that situation. Maybe they needed to know where death was coming from and in what form it would take, but that was a mistake. It was an instinctual prey response and in that moment of fearful hesitation, the predator strikes.

The Park Ranger knew this, not least because he wasn’t human, but also because he was a predator. He’d hunted and brought down prey in both man-form and bear. He’d chased for hours until his quarry stumbled with exhaustion. He’d closed his ursine jaws around necks and waited until the light drowned in their eyes. All the while drinking their fear until his appetite was sated, and then gorging himself on the still-warm flesh that was left behind.

His father had disapproved. Told him that there was enough fear in the world for him to feed on without needing to create more. He hadn’t understood… hadn’t wanted to understand.

Jerry fixed his gaze on hers. He ignored the blade, ignored their surroundings, ignored the voices and the illusions. He focused his attention on her, and waited.

One breath.

Two.

...NOW!

A subtle change in her eyes. A shift in focus. His hand snapped out immediately and grabbed for her throat, pushing himself up to full standing height at the same time, momentum carrying him forward and closing any remaining distance between him and his prey.

“Not today,” the beast whispered in Jerry’s voice.

—

The first warning was the lack of fear. Nora had put on a full production, maybe it wasn’t her best work. It might not have brought a grown man to tears as he was confronted with the horrors beyond his comprehension, but it had been a solid display of supernatural horror. It should have been enough to gain a morsel of fear, a treat, a little snack to sustain her power and carry her over into something more terrifying. Instead, there was nothing. The only scent surrounding her was that of her own and the strange man, the man who treated her like a child and wanted to help her. The kindness of strangers was only an exploit for her. She was fear. This would be his downfall.

The second warning was his lack of movement. There wasn’t shock or confusion in his face. Instead, it was a neutral expression of confrontation. If he had tensed a little, Nora hadn’t noticed it. The coiling of muscle ready to react had slipped past her attention, because Nora had the knife. She assumed she was in control of the situation.

The third warning was the split-second Nora saw the movement and assumed he was about to bolt away and not at her. Nora had never been good at heeding warnings; it was one of her downfalls. Today it was her downfall. A hand wrapped around her throat. A tall man, hand wrapped around her wrist and a scowl on his face. Nora stared back at him, her mask of blank expression not failing her. It held.

So, this was it? The consequences to her own actions come to meet her at last. It took Nora a moment to get past the confusion of the moment to realise she was being threatened. Her. Threatened? This man did not know who he was messing with. Nora was the author of her own story. She had spent every night for the last three months training her body to fight. She had sparred partners far better than her and been knocked on her ass time and time again just for a situation like this.

For a moment Debbie’s face flashed across his. The memory. The feel of the hilt pressed against her palm. Nora had to pull herself away from those memories. They haunted her at the worst moments. There was a real knife pressed into the palm of her hand. She had stabbed someone before, and she would do it again if she had to. Nora knew that about herself now. But the guilt of Debbie’s death was still an anchor wrapped around her heart. Those nights of training weren’t just to improve herself, but she couldn’t sleep unless she wore her body down to the point of exhaustion.

“Today.” Because Nora was no victim who would let a man grab her by the throat and get away with it. Because she had never needed saving before and wouldn’t wait to see if she needed it today. Nora was fear and he would fear her. Nora aimed a slash across the arm holding her neck in its grip. All the while she kept her face plain and expressionless. Let him see how much she did not react. Let him fear her. Let him tremble because she was a murderer and what was he? A man trying to prove himself a predator to a monster?

The knife was far sharper than Jerry had expected. It sliced through his half-rolled shirt sleeve like it wasn’t even there and felt like someone had drawn a line of fire across his skin. Blood immediately began to flow, soaking his clothing and pooling on the aisle floor.

Jerry released the girl and let her drop, withdrawing his hand with a wounded growl. Part of him wanted to shift, to take his bear-form and tear her apart for challenging him. Who the hell did this cub think she was, baring their claws at him? Trying to draw out HIS fear?? Spilling HIS blood?!!

The anger drew Jerry’s normally placid, disapproving expression into a furious snarl and the beginnings of another growl rumbling deep in his throat as his ursine eyes flashed dangerously in the flickering light. His heart pounded as adrenaline flooded his body, preparing to fuel the transformation and expanding his already heightened senses even further. Everything became tangible to him at that moment; the taste of his own blood mixing with the residual oil on her blade, the feeling as beads of sweat soaked into the shirt on his back, the familiar pungency of the girl’s scent…

…her scent.

It was the scent.

The one he’d noticed when she’d first walked in. The one that smelled elusively familiar. The one he’d tracked to this place, only to be set upon by this… what even was she??

The illusions she’d summoned. Her words and her actions. Was she… like him?

“What are you?” Jerry whispered to himself, unaware that he’d spoken out loud as the growl died in his throat, his heavy brows knitting into a mix of confusion and consternation.

The knife did its job. Nora was freed and she steadied herself with low breathing. Still, no fear came from the man in front of her. To be honest, Nora was impressed. It wasn't every day that a stranger fought back against her illusions. Much less posed a physical threat to her. "Fear." A one worded answer to his question. She could have said bugbear, but people who knew what that was were few and far between.

Her mouth remained open, ready to congratulate him. Her knife was still clenched in her hand, but it had been fun. Hadn't it? An unexpected encounter in a normally expected answer. Her interest was piqued. Questions danced in her mind. Why wasn't he scared? at the forefront. All those questions fled within a moment.

A new scent, flavored of peppermint, fresh linen, and wood carvings. Nora's eyes flickered as a new man walked up. Curiosity twisted into horror on his features as he saw the knife and the blood. Of course, this was what he'd see. Not the man holding her by the throat just moments before. Being fear had its advantages and its disadvantages, Nora supposed. She was here to shoplift anyway. Nora grabbed a roll of duct tape, the item she'd been after and shoved it in her pocket. She was sure she'd already made the not-allowed-in list and might as well cement her fate.

"This was fun," Nora told the big man in front of her. Honest, even if it sounded bland in her monotone. "We'll do this again." A promise, a threat, whatever he wanted to take that as. For whatever it was worth, he'd earned some respect from her. Their next meeting wouldn't be a game of fear, but an outright questioning. She had his scent and she was sure she'd track him again. The man worker was saying some words about calling the cops or whatever, Nora gave him a salute. "Catch me if you can." She announced, diving into an illusion of darkness that did not cloud the sound of her heavy boots slapping against the ground.

“What the hell was that?!” Simon yelled at Jerry, his expression a mix of confusion and anger. “Jeez man, you’re bleeding all over the place!”

Jerry didn’t answer at first, his focus instead on the diminutive figure in the oversized coat as they ran into the street, quickly disappearing into the crowd. “Yeah, she was waving that knife about. I was jus’ unlucky that she caught my arm is all,” Jerry lied, turning his attention to Simon as the illusionary cloud of darkness began to dissipate. “Jus’ panic. More scared of me than I was of her, I reckon.” He offered the proprietor an apologetic smile. “Sorry ‘bout the blood.”

Simon waved away the comment dismissively. “Pfft… Don’t even worry about it. I’m just glad that they wasn’t better with that thing, or she could’ve done you some real damage.I’ve got a first-aid kit in the office, we’ll get you patched up so you aren’t bleeding all the way to the hospital.”

Grunting his thanks, Jerry followed the store owner back through the aisles and behind the sales counter, doing his best not to drip too much all the way there. It didn’t take Simon long to dress and bandage Jerry’s forearm, stemming the blood flow before pouring them both a drink from the half drunk bottle of whiskey he pulled from a filing cabinet.

“So what was that all about?,” Simon asked, after emptying his chipped ceramic mug of its liquor. Jerry shrugged, staring at the amber liquid in his own mug.

“Damned if I know,” he replied, “Probably jus’ a stupid dare or some such.The girl grabbed a roll of your duct tape an’ ran out with it. Reckon she was put up to it but didn’t expect t’see me down that aisle an’ jus’… panicked.”

“Well, she’ll definitely be the one panicking if I see her in here again!” Simon muttered, pouring himself another. The Park Ranger kept quiet.

There hadn’t been any panic. Whoever that girl was - whatever she was - she knew how to wield a blade and, while she might’ve been angry, there certainly wasn’t any panic. No panic. No fear.

Jerry sighed to himself and thanked Simon for the drink, placing his untouched mug on the other’s desk. Collecting his sharpened axes, Jerry left the store and began to wander aimlessly through the streets of Downtown. He’d lost her scent almost as soon as exiting the store, despite its ethereal familiarity. His arm began to throb beneath the bandage. With another sigh, Jerry turned to head back to his truck, unable to shake the feeling that he’d be seeing that girl again before long and may not come away from the encounter entirely unscathed.

END.

#Jerry-Nora-01

9 notes · View notes

happyweddingblogs · 5 years ago

Text

150 Best Engagement Quotes By Famous Personalities and Celebrities

Source: Happy Wedding App

You might need engagement quotes to beautify your Facebook and Insta posts; here, I am sharing with you 150+ timeless Engagement quotes given by famous personalities and celebrities. Take a look……

“Control leads to compliance; autonomy leads to engagement.” ― Daniel H. Pink.

“I have an engagement ring, which is my favorite accessory.” — Jules Asner.

“I love you for all that you are, all that you have been, and all you’re yet to be.” — Unknown.

“When you have been just told that the girl you love is definitely betrothed to another, you begin to understand how Anarchists must feel when the bomb goes off too soon.” ― P.G. Wodehouse.

“I couldn’t have dreamed you into existence because I didn’t even know I needed you. You must have been sent to me.” ― Kamand Kojouri.

“…learning always occurs in a context of taking action, and they value engagement and experience as the most effective strategies for deep learning.” ― Richard DuFour.

To speak frankly, I am not in favor of long engagements. They give people the opportunity of finding out each other’s character before marriage, which I think is never advisable.” ― Oscar Wilde.

“I married a man who was as much a part of me as my own soul.” ― C.J. English.

“Between a man and his wife nothing ought to rule but love.” — William Penn

“Marriage is not kick-boxing, it’s salsa dancing.” ― Amit Kalantri.

“There are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship, which a loving faith fills with happy assurance.” ― George Eliot.

“It is wrong to think of marriage as hyped bondage. You can marry and still be happy. Everything rests on who you are married to. Marriage is a beautiful thing.” ― Michael Bassey Johnson.

“Student engagement is a product of motivation and active learning. It is a product rather than a sum because it will not occur if either element is missing.” ― Elizabeth F. Barkley.

“And try not to make a habit of getting engaged in the first place, Vivie. It can lead to marriage if you’re not careful.” ― Elizabeth Gilbert.

“Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart.” — Unknown.

“The success of love is in the loving; it is not in the result of loving.” – Mother Teresa.

“Give a man the finger; he’ll put a wedding ring on it!” ― Ljupka Cvetanova.

“My acronym for full-on engagement: ROAR, Return on Attendee Relevance” ― Andrea Driessen

“The highest happiness on earth is marriage.” — William Lyon Phelps.

“They had exchanged vows and tokens, sealed their rich compact, solemnized, so far as breathed words and murmured sounds and lighted eyes and clasped hands could do it, their agreement to belong only, and to belong tremendously, to each other.” ― Henry James.

“Love is not in the ring. Love is in the heart.” ― Michael Bassey Johnson.

“When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” — Nora Ephron.

“You Need To Gauge, To Engage.” ― Syed Sharukh

“Doubt thou the stars are fire; doubt that the sun doth move; doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.” — William Shakespeare.

Related: List of ideas for your Engagement party

“When you found someone you really loved, everything fitted.” ― Melissa Hill.

“It is sometimes essential for a husband and a wife to quarrel—they get to know each other better.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

“I’ve found someone who refuses to let me be anything but myself.” ― Hayley Paige.

“We start a relationship with someone not only because of how great they are but how great they make us feel. And because they have granted us this extraordinary gift—a chance to experience Love, joy, compassion, and security —it is our exclusive privilege to make them feel wonderful about themselves, especially during days when they, themselves, don’t feel so wonderful.” ― Kamand Kojouri.

“Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always.” — Dante Alighieri.

“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness and call it Love—true Love.” — Robert Fulghum.

“Many people spend more time in planning the wedding than they do in planning the marriage.” — Zig Ziglar.

“I won’t give my heart to another girl until God shows me it’s my wife.” ― Eric Ludy

“The reason why women think men should spend a lot of money on an engagement ring is because women are the ones who get to clean up all the poop (stains and toilet bowl swirls included) that is provided by every family member living in the house until they die.” ― Heather Chapple.

“Engagement can be a commitment to love or a declaration of war. One must enter every battle without hesitation, willing to fully engage the enemy until death does you apart.” ― Emily Thorne.

“My forever.” ― Unknown

“To keep the fire burning brightly, there’s one easy rule: Keep the two logs together, near enough to keep each other warm and far enough apart—about a finger’s breadth—for breathing room. Good fire, good marriage, same rule.” — Marnie Reed Crowel

“Once you’ve found the right person, you just know.” ― Sophie Turner.

“A perfect couple shares their failures, mistakes and their successes equally and deals with them all as a team.” ― Ricardo Derose.

“How could I say no?” ― Unknown.

“Success in marriage does not come merely through finding the right mate, but through being the right mate.” — Barnett R. Brickner.

“Calm down, it isn’t a ring,” I laughed, and he pushed the box across the table to me, and I blushed and opened it.” ― Mercy Cortez.

“We’re engaged to be engaged, aren’t we?” ― E.D. Baker

“You don’t marry someone you can live with-you marry the person you cannot live without.” — Unknown.

“Marriage is not the beginning of the journey, nor the end – it is the journey.” ― Carew Papritz.

“He’s just the best person I’ve ever met in my whole life.” ― Jennifer Lawrence.

“His proposal was dedicated to his love for me and the future he wanted to build together.” ― Rachel Lindsay.

“My Constant.” ― Unknown

“He got down on one knee, and he’s like, ‘I forgot everything I’m supposed to say, but you’re my best friend.'” ― Hilary Duff.

“It was so sweet.” ― Hilary Duff.

Also See: 110 Most Romantic Wedding Couple Quotes

“Well, he is the best man I’ve ever met. He’s just everything to me.” ― Unknown.

“Here’s to a lifetime of friendship, purpose & unconditional love.” ― Bindi Irwin.

“I asked my best friend a question… and he said yes.” ― Unknown.

“We have the greatest pre-nuptial agreement in the world. It’s called Love.” — Gene Perret.

“Wherever you are, is my home, my only home.” — Jane Eyre.

“Chains do not hold a marriage together. It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads which sew people together through the years.” — Simone Signoret

“She said yes. Locking it down.” ― Alex Rodriguez.

“When he asked, I could not say NO.” ― Unknown.

“Engagement marks the end of a whirlwind romance and beginning of an eternal love story.” — Unknown.

“True love stories never have endings.” — Richard Bach.

“Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.” — Robert Browning.

“Love doesn’t make the world go ’round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.” — Franklin P. Jones.

“The countdown begins.” ― Unknown.

“We are not perfect; we learn from our mistakes. And as long as it takes, I will prove my Love to you.”— Sara Bareilles.

“It’s time to make things official.” ― Unknown.

“The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart.” — Helen Keller.

“Every love story is beautiful, but ours is my favorite.” ― Unknown.

“It is good to have an end to journey toward; But it is the journey that matters, in the end.” — Ernest Hemingway.

“Every day is an engagement day for us.” ― Unknown.

“The secret of a happy marriage remains… a secret.” — Henny Youngman.

“25 days to go.” ― Unknown.

“I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul.” —Charles Dickens.

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.” — Oliver Wendell Holmes.

“In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.” — Maya Angelou.

“You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought.” – Arthur Conan Doyle.

“And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you, and I’d choose you.” —Kiersten White.

“Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.” — Aristotle.

“Love one another, and you will be happy. It’s as simple and as difficult as that.” — Micheal Leunig.

“It’s not your perfectness that I fell in Love with. It was your flaws that brought me in.” — Unknown.

“All commands from your lips are sweet, I say, and now have you not said the sweetest of all? Marry you!” — Byron Caldwell Smith.

“My whole heart for my whole life.” — French Proverb

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” — Emily Bronte.

“Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.” — Albert Einstein.

“A marriage is like a long trip in a tiny rowboat; if one passenger starts to rock the boat, the other has to steady it; otherwise they will go to the bottom together.” — David Reuben.

“And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you, and I’d choose you.” — Kiersten White.

“A happy marriage is the union of two good forgivers.” – Ruth Bell Graham.

Related: 65+ Beautiful Wedding Album Quotes

“Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each includes the other, each is enriched by the other.” — Felix Adler.

“It is sometimes essential for a husband and a wife to quarrel—they get to know each other better.” — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe.

“Before you marry a person, you should first make them use a computer with slow Internet to see who they really are.” — Will Ferrell.

“Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.” — Milan Kundera.

“The disgusting way an engagement is regarded public property; all these older women smirking…but my point is their whole attitude is wrong— an engagement, horrid word in the first place, is a private affair and should be regarded as such.” — Daniel Day-Lewis.

“If you want to sacrifice the admiration of many men for the criticism of one, go ahead, get married.” — Katharine Hepburn.

“It’s so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.” — Rita Rudner

“We may have started as individuals, but now we are as one.” — Bryon Pulsifer.

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.” – A.A. Milne.

“Today, engagement parties still allow both families to meet each other if they haven’t done so before. Even if both sets of parents have met, it’s nice for siblings and other extended relatives to meet and mingle, so they are all acquainted with one another before the wedding.” — Gabrielle Kaplan-Mayer.

“They say that marriages are made in heaven. But so is thunder and lightning.” — Clint Eastwood.

“Success in marriage does not come merely through finding the right mate, but through being the right mate.” — Barnett R. Brickner.

“Find the person who will love you because of your differences and not in spite of them, and you have found a lover for life.” — Leo Buscaglia.

“Courtship to marriage is a very witty prologue to a very dull play.” — William Congreve.

“It is the duty of the bride’s father to give a party to announce the Engagement. Apparently, this is done only after everyone knows about it.” — Spencer Tracy.

“Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.” — Phyllis Diller.

“The best thing that the diamond ring could do; was to amicably occupy a place on the engagement finger.” — Nikhil Parekh.

“Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning. Your Love paints a beautiful picture of what Love really means.” — Unknown.

“You rose into my life like a promised sunrise, brightening my days with the light in your eyes. I’ve never been so strong. Now I’m where I belong.” — Maya Angelou.

“Engagement can be a commitment to love or a declaration of war. One must enter every battle without hesitation, willing to fully engage the enemy until death do you apart.” — Emily Thorne.

“It’s never out of style to have good manners. If possible, make the engagement announcement to the bride’s parents in person.” — Joyce Scardina-Becker.

“Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, the water of sincerity and air of passion.” — Unknown.

“A perfect couple shares their failures, mistakes and their successes equally and deals with them all as a team.” — Ricardo Derose.

“Marriages don’t work when one partner is happy, and the other is miserable. Marriage is about both people being equally miserable.” – Forget Paris.

“In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.” — Mignon McLaughlin.

“I won’t give my heart to another girl until God shows me it’s my wife.” — Eric Ludy.

“Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.” — Antoine.

“You rose into my life like a promised sunrise, brightening my days with the light in your eyes. I’ve never been so strong. Now I’m where I belong.” — Maya Angelou.

“Although somewhat outdated, the use of formal announcement cards is a beautiful and elegant way to spread the word of your engagement.” — Joyce Scardina-Becker.

“Many people spend more time in planning the wedding than they do in planning the marriage.” — Zig Ziglar.

“If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.” — Michelle Hodkin.

Also See: 111 Best Wedding Anniversary Wishes for Friends

“I would rather not be engaged. When people are engaged, they begin to think of being married soon…and I should like everything to go on for a long while just as it is.” — George Eliot.

“If you tell me you love me, I might not believe you, but if you show me you do, then I will.” — Unknown

“An engaged woman is always more agreeable than a disengaged. She is satisfied with herself. Her cares are over, and she feels that may exert all her powers of pleasing without suspicion. All is safe with a lady engaged; no harm can be done.” — Jane Austen.

“An engagement should come upon a young girl as a surprise, pleasant or unpleasant as the case may be. It is hardly a matter she could be allowed to arrange for herself.” — Edith Evans.

“For a marriage to be a success, every woman and every man should have her and his own bathroom. The end.” — Catherine Zeta-Jones.

“Let us be together for the rest of our lives; I will assure you that, starting from this engagement.” — Unknown.

“Ultimately the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is a conversation.” — Oscar Wilde.

“I choose you, and I’ll choose you. Over and over and over without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat, I’ll keep choosing you.” — Unknown.

“For it was not into my ear, you whispered but into my heart.” — Judy Garland.

“The only gift is a portion of thyself.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson.

“We may have started as individuals, but now we are as one.” — Bryon Pulsifer.

“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed.” — Carl Jung.

“He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.” — Leo Tolstoy.

“To love and to be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.” — David Viscott.

“I promise to take care of you when you are old, but the first time you hit me with your cane, I’ll wash your dentures in toilet water.” – Unknown.

“No engagement is worth anything unless it has been broken at least once.” — Dorothy Tutin.

“There are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship, which a loving faith fills with happy assurance.” — George Eliot.

“Each time you happen to me all over again.” – Edith Wharton

“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” — Ernest Hemingway.

“Love is not blind—it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.” — Rabbi Julius Gordon.

“Without you, I’m nothing, with you I’m something, but together we are everything.” — Unknown.

“The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.” — Audrey Hepburn.

“I try to remember, as I hear about friends getting engaged, that it’s not about the ring and it’s not about the wedding. It’s a grave thing, getting married. And it’s easy to get swept up in the wrong things.” — Gwyneth Paltrow.

“I feel like this is the beginning, though I’ve loved you for a million years.” — Stevie Wonder.

“What greater thing is there for human souls than to feel that they are joined for life—to be with each other in silent unspeakable memories!” – George Eliot

“A relationship is like a house when a light bulb burns out you do not go and buy a new house, but you fix the light bulb.” — Unknown.

“Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.” — Antoine.

“My instinct is to keep my engagement ring. After all, I wouldn’t like to see it on the finger of a cheeky girl.” — Sian Lloyd.

“Engagement is the time when you have a clear view of how wonderful your coming life will be. So try to get the best vision of a great and wonderful future waiting for you.” — Unknown.

“Love doesn’t make the world go round; love is what makes the ride worthwhile.” — Franklin P. Jones.

“If I had a single flower for every time, I think of you, I could walk forever in my garden.” — Claudia Adrienne Grandi.

“All commands from your lips are sweet, I say, and now have you not said the sweetest of all? Marry you!” — Byron Caldwell Smith.

“For you see, each day I love you more, today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.” — Rosemonde Gerard.

“I love you and that’s the beginning and end of everything.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald.

“You are my answered prayer because you are more than a giver in many aspects—a giver of Love, hope, and happiness. You are a great giver in your own peerless ways.” — Unknown.

“I love you’ means that I accept you for the person that you are and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you even when you’re in a bad mood or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down, not just when you’re fun to be with. ‘I love you’ means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping you feel the same way for me.” — Deanne Laura Gilbert.

Everyone has an addiction; mine just happens to be you.” — Unknown.

Use these beautiful Engagement quotes to write wonderful F.B. and Insta posts to announce the great news to the world.

#Engagement quotes #engagement #quotes #quote #best quotes #best engagement #best engagement quotes #Quotes for insta #quote for life #quotes for social media #quote of the day #quote by celebrity #Wedding quotes #romantic quotes #Romantic Quote

5 notes · View notes