Dab Inspirational Quotes

The world will give you relief once ina while, a brief time out; the boxing bell rings and you go to your corner, were somebody dabs mrecy on your beat-up life.

Sometimes it's time to start taking chances on yourself

Okay guys, this is epic!

After a day filled with talking, laughing, reminiscing and making future plans, Evie had returned to Eversby Priory in high spirits. She was full of news to share with her husband... including the fact that the protagonist of Daisy's current novel in progress had been partly inspired by him. "I had the idea when the subject of your husband came up at a dinner party a few months ago, Evie," Daisy had explained, dabbing at a tiny stain left by a strawberry that had fallen onto her bodice. "Someone remarked that Kingston was still the handsomest man in England, and how unfair it was that he never ages. And Lillian said he must be a vampire, and everyone laughed. It started me thinking about that old novel The Vampyre, published about fifty years ago. I decided to write something similar, only a romantic version." Lillian had shaken her head at the notion. "I told Daisy no one would want to read about a vampire lover. Blood... teeth..." She grimaced and shivered. "He enslaves women with his charismatic power," Daisy protested. "He's also a rich, handsome duke- just like Evie's husband." Annabelle spoke then, her blue eyes twinkling. "In light of all that, one could forgive a bad habit or two." Lillian gave her a skeptical glance. "Annabelle, could you really overlook a husband who went around sucking the life out of people?" After pondering the question, Annabelle asked Daisy, "How rich is he?" She ducked with a smothered laugh as Lillian pelted her with a biscuit. Laughing at her friends' antics, Evie had asked Daisy, "What's the title?" "The Duke's Deadly Embrace." "I suggested The Duke Was a Pain in the Neck," Lillian had said, "but Daisy thought it lacked romance.

Althea didn’t believe in love potions. She thought they were manipulative, so she sold Heather the Assurance oil instead, to dab on her wrists. It’s a combination of cedar and carnation oils, used to inspire confidence. Not a sedative, and not remotely poisonous. But my grandmother told you all of that.

Perhaps there’s something to be said for waking and beginning our day with delight rather than dread. When I interviewed farmer and restaurateur Matthew Evans, he described how he has recently been starting his day with porridge and a dollop of homemade clotted cream because he prefers to begin, not end, the day with a highlight. “Putting a dab of that on my porridge in the morning with brown sugar? Delightful. It’s so early in the day, you think that the day can’t get better than that. Most days it does, but it’s still pretty wonderful.” Inspired by Evans, this is what I’ve come to think of as the “Eat the Clotted Cream” method: if we start our day with the most delightful thing, it might have a ripple effect on our mood as the day unfolds.