Shipping Quotes

“Something that’s bothered me for a while now is the current profligacy in YA culture of Team Boy 1 vs Team Boy 2 fangirling. [...] Despite the fact that I have no objection to shipping, this particular species of team-choosing troubled me, though I had difficulty understanding why. Then I saw it applied to Suzanne Collins’s The Hunger Games trilogy – Team Peeta vs Team Gale – and all of a sudden it hit me that anyone who thought romance and love-triangles were the main event in that series had utterly missed the point. Sure, those elements are present in the story, but they aren’t anywhere near being the bones of it, because The Hunger Games, more than anything else, is about war, survival, politics, propaganda and power. Seeing such a strong, raw narrative reduced to a single vapid argument – which boy is cuter? – made me physically angry.

So, look. People read different books for different reasons. The thing I love about a story are not necessarily the things you love, and vice versa. But riddle me this: are the readers of these series really so excited, so thrilled by the prospect of choosing! between! two! different! boys! that they have to boil entire narratives down to a binary equation based on male physical perfection and, if we’re very lucky, chivalrous behaviour? While feminism most certainly champions the right of women to chose their own partners, it also supports them to choose things besides men, or to postpone the question of partnership in favour of other pursuits – knowledge, for instance. Adventure. Careers. Wild dancing. Fun. Friendship. Travel. Glorious mayhem. And while, as a woman now happily entering her fourth year of marriage, I’d be the last person on Earth to suggest that male companionship is inimical to any of those things, what’s starting to bother me is the comparative dearth of YA stories which aren’t, in some way, shape or form, focussed on Girls Getting Boyfriends, and particularly Hot Immortal Or Magical Boyfriends Whom They Will Love For All Eternity.

Blog post: Love Team Freezer”
― Foz Meadows

“That dog is a wolf, is he not?'

'Aye, well, mostly.'

A small flash of hazel told him not to quibble.

'And yet he is thy boon companion, a creature of rare courage and affection, and altogether a worthy being?;

'Oh, aye,' he said with more confidence. 'He is."

She gave him an even look.

'Thee is a wolf, too, and I know it. But thee is my wolf, and best thee know that.'

He'd started to burn when she spoke, an ignition swift and fierce as the lighting of one of his cousin's matches. He put out his hand, palm forward, to her, still cautious lest she too, burst into flame.

'What I said to ye, before . . . that I kent ye loved me-'

She stepped forward and pressed her palm to his, her small, cool fingers linking tight.

'What I say to thee now is that I do love thee. And if thee hunts at night, thee will come home.'

Under the sycamore, the dog yawned and laid his muzzle on his paws.

'And sleep at they feet,' Ian whispered, and gathered her in with his one good arm, both of them blazing bright as day.”
― Diana Gabaldon, An Echo in the Bone

“Max." Fang let go of my hand. "Right now, it's really all about—us."

He swooped down to the right in a big semicircle, ending facing me. Slowly we climbed upward, until we were almost vertical, flying straight up to the sun.

While carefully synchronizing our wings—they almost touched—Fang leaned in, gently put one hand behind my neck, and kissed me. It was just about as close to heaven as I'll ever get, I guess. I closed my eyes, lost in the feeling of flying and kissing and being with the one person in the world I completely,
utterly trusted.

When we finally broke apart, we looked down at the others, who were way far below us now. Angel was shading her eyes, looking up at us with a big smile. She was sitting on a dolphin's back, and I hoped soon someone would explain to the dolphin that he shouldn't let Angel take advantage of his good nature.

Still looking up at us, Angel gave us a big thumbs-up.


"She approves," Fang said with a hint of amusement.
"Jeez," I wondered aloud. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
― James Patterson, Max

“There’s a ghost of a smirk on Pepper’s face, but she’s so close, I can hear it more than I can see it. “Pepper and Jack,” she corrects me. Then her eyes light up. “Pepperjack.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“A shipper thrives on emotional scraps, stolen glances and did-they-or-didn't-they tension.”
― tumblr

“The afternoon breeze would incite to a weird and flabby activity all that crowded mass of clothing, with its vague suggestions of drowned, mutilated and flattened humanity. Trunks without heads waved at you arms without hands; legs without feet kicked fantastically with collapsible flourishes; and there were long white garments, that taking the wind fairly through their neck openings edged with lace, became for a moment violently distended as by the passage of obese and invisible bodies. On these days you could make out that ship at a great distance by the multi-coloured grotesque riot going on abaft her mizzen-mast.”
― Joseph Conrad, Falk

“In a system that integrates additive manufacturing at scale, shipping will be less about getting products from one place to another and more about getting commodities from each place to the other.”
― Hendrith Vanlon Smith Jr, CEO of Mayflower-Plymouth

“Don't simply dream, create. Don't simply create, ship. Don't simply ship, dream.”
― Ryan Lilly

“I like that Maersk is a first name. It's like a massive global corporation named Derek.”
― Rose George, Ninety Percent of Everything: Inside Shipping, the Invisible Industry That Puts Clothes on Your Back, Gas in Your Car, and Food on Your Plate

“... de jongen soo verbaast gaauw tegen de stijlte weer op liep, schreeuwende luijtkeels de schuijt vergaat og was ik bij mijn moeder op het landt, van hem een openhartige confessie, door hem geroepen en van andere meer als duijsentmalen gedagt, maar die ijdele wenschen konnen nu niet baten, bidden Godt maar hij ons soo eens met voor en tegenspoet sal laten komen in de have van ons begeerte ...”
― Maria Wilhelmina Lammens, Op reis met de VOC. De openhartige dagboeken van de zusters Lammens en Swellengrebel

“If I send all the books that I faithfully wrote overseas, would that, for any chance, be considered work-shipping??”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, One Hundred One World Accounts in One Hundred One Word Count

“There are no voice pipes or telegraphs, as Titanic had, and barely any brass, but so many beeps and screens that I wonder if ships will soon be able to drive themselves.”
― Rose George, Ninety Percent of Everything: Inside Shipping, the Invisible Industry That Puts Clothes on Your Back, Gas in Your Car, and Food on Your Plate

“Jactricia," I snicker, before I even realize what I'm saying--- and then we're both red in the face, because it's the first time we've mutually acknowledged the extreme awkwardness that is strangers actually, legitimately shipping us online.
Pepper clears her throat. "Well, obviously, we need to petition for a better ship name."
Some of the awkwardness diffuses, but the tension is still there, tight like a coil between us.
"Jepper? Pack?"
"Pass," she says, nudging me with her elbow again---and then something shifts. The apartment is eerily still, with the same kind of quiet there was in the pool the other day, where you're not sure if it's actually quiet or if the rest of the world's sounds just don't apply to you anymore.
"Maybe just Jack and Pepper, then," I concede.
There's a ghost of a smirk on Pepper's face, but she's so close, I can hear it more than I can see it. "Pepper and Jack," she corrects me. Then her eyes light up. "Pepperjack."
It's ridiculous, but the word is like a key turning into a lock. And then impossibly, even though some part of me knew it would happen the moment I saw Pepper walk out of the subway, we lean in and our lips touch and we're kissing on my couch.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“financially shipping is a business of feast and famine”
― Martin Stopford

“If you want to radiation poison a nation, just start shipping them cheap ionizing smoke detectors for the home with a little too much radiation in them.”
― Steven Magee

“Men dersom Nordfarernes Troe var saa stoer,
De kunde faa Bergen henfløttet i Noer,
Ved ongefahr hundrede Miile;
Hvor skulle den ganske Nordlendingens Tract,
Af inderste Hierte sig fryde med Magt,
Med lystige Ansigter smiile.”
― Petter Dass, The Trumpet of Nordland

“Ilsa looked slightly aggrieved at the news that Robin still intended to marry someone other than Strike, but before she could say anything else Strike's mobile buzzed in his pocket.”
― Robert Galbraith, Career of Evil

“Sourcing has become a commodity.

We changed the game.

We bring strategy, business skills and end to end fulfillment from prototyping to manufacturing to shipping to warehousing to your customer’s door PLUS strategy and tactics so you actually make real money.

We (PROUDUCT) brought value back to sourcing.”
― Richie Norton

“The ship needs constant care, an 80,000-ton toddler.”
― Rose George, Ninety Percent of Everything: Inside Shipping, the Invisible Industry That Puts Clothes on Your Back, Gas in Your Car, and Food on Your Plate

“He asked the captain his usual questions: What can I do for you? Shall I take you shopping?" The captain said no, thank you, but he had another request. His crew would like to walk on grass. Green, green grass. "We have been ashore," said this captain, "but most of the time we walk on steel. It is unforgiving." The priest was not flummoxed. He put them in the center's van and drove them to a churchyard near Hull airport. "And they all took off their shoes and walked barefoot on the grass for an hour, then they went back to the ship.”
― Rose George, Ninety Percent of Everything: Inside Shipping, the Invisible Industry That Puts Clothes on Your Back, Gas in Your Car, and Food on Your Plate

“He'd even sent her a random text that morning--- a link to a fanfic story involving them and Willy Wonka's R-rated chocolate factory. He thought it would make her laugh. She'd sent the skull emoji back, so...”
― Erin La Rosa, For Butter or Worse

“If we can’t decarbonise shipping, we can’t solve the climate crisis.”
― Christiaan De Beukelaer, Trade Winds: A Voyage to a Sustainable Future for Shipping

“In externalising the social and environmental cost of shipping to the high seas, the shipping industry mirrors the collective action problem that is the climate change to which it contributes. Every country wants to connect its economy across the oceans, but few feel responsible for the social and environmental impacts of shipping, or indeed climate change.”
― Christiaan De Beukelaer, Trade Winds: A Voyage to a Sustainable Future for Shipping