#bs

Reality was one step out of line, a cardigan with the buttons done up wrong. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#humor #humor

It is odd how, when you have a secret belief of your own which you do not wish to acknowledge, the voicing of it by someone else will rouse you to a fury of denial. ↗

— Agatha Christie

#observation #humor

A bird in the hand was worth two in the bush, he told her, to which she retorted that a proverb was the last refuge of the mentally destitute. ↗

— W. Somerset Maugham

#proverb #proverbs #humor

The path of my life is strewn with cow pats from the devil's own satanic herd! ↗

— Rowan Atkinson

#humor #obstacles #humor

I love seeing other channels counterprogram the Super Bowl. PBS: "DAMN RIGHT we're airing a new 'Masterpiece Classic'! Fuck off, sports! ↗

— Tara Ariano

#humor #pbs #twitter #humor

Remember the Hottentots?" asked James. "They've become the Khoi now, which means that the Germans will have to retire that wonderful word of theirs, Hottentotenpotentatenstantenattentater, which means, as you know, one who attacks the aunt of a Hottentot potentate. ↗

— Alexander McCall Smith

#humor #humor

My high school guidance counselor, Mrs. Inverholl, once had me take an aptitude test to figure out my future. The number one job recommendation for my set of skills was an air traffic accident investigator, of which there are fewer than fifty in the world. The number two job was a museum curator for Chinese-American studies. The number three job was a circus clown. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#jobs #humor

She wanted him to tell her that when you love someone so hard and so fierce, it was all right to do things that you knew were wrong. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#obsession #love

My love may be invisible, but that doesn’t mean you can’t taste it. (It tastes like a sonic boom, only not as bitter).
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— Jarod Kintz

#bitter #invisible #love #nonsense #sonic-boom

Leave us alone without books and we shall be lost and in confusion at once. We shall not know what to join on to, what to cling to, what to love and what to hate, what to respect and what to despise. We are oppressed at being men -- men with a real individual body and blood, we are ashamed of it, we think it a disgrace and try to contrive to be some sort of impossible generalised man. We are stillborn, and for generations past have been begotten, not by living fathers, and that suits us better and better. We are developing a taste for it. Soon we shall contrive to be born somehow from an idea. But enough; I don't want to write more from "Underground. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#notes #subsuelo #underground #love