#ashe

Australia integrated the - brought on the ships and unleashed in the society the dogs of sectarianism, which had existed in other places - in Glasgow, in Liverpool and of course in Ireland, north and south. ↗

— Thomas Keneally

#brought #course #dogs #existed #glasgow

When you turn from one room to the next, when your animal senses no longer perceive the sounds of the dishwasher, the ticking clock, the smell of a chicken roasting - the kitchen and all its seemingly discrete bits dissolve into nothingness - or into waves of probability. ↗

— Robert Lanza

#bits #chicken #clock #discrete #dishwasher

Baking bread is a lot like growing your faith in the Lord, Carrie Louise. You mix together the best ingredients you can find and wait for the mixture to mature, but it's the heat of the oven that makes it something of worth and substance. The same way the tribulations of this world mature a persons faith. ↗

— Dorothy Love

#bread #faith #beauty

'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them. ↗

— Edward Moore

#long #now #roses #sorrow #summer

They dashed on towards that thin red line tipped with steel. ↗

— William Howard Russell

#line #red #red line #steel #thin

The brightest flashes in the world of thought are incomplete until they have been proven to have their counterparts in the world of fact. ↗

— John Tyndall

#brightest #counterparts #fact #flashes #incomplete

Sex in a dance is in the eyes of the beholder. I never thought my dances sexy. I suppose that's because I see myself with my face washed, and to me I look like a rabbit. ↗

— Gwen Verdon

#beholder #dance #dances #eyes #face

I rode it once, which was up the driveway in the opening credits of the show. I didn't know how to stop it. I actually nearly killed the director of photography, and I smashed into the sound truck. ↗

— Henry Winkler

#credits #director #driveway #how #i

'Hairspray' was a movie turned Broadway musical turned Hollywood remake, and that is the 'Lion King' circle of life as we know it in Times Square, the creative loop that swings for the stars and sometimes crashes into the upper deck. ↗

— James Wolcott

#circle #crashes #creative #deck #hairspray

When love dies, the heart's ashes do not leave on the wind—they rest on the mantelpiece of the soul, darkening the sunrise we once saw to be beautiful. ↗

— A.M. Hudson

#grief #inspiration #loss #love #the-heart-s-ashes