#carpenter

Forever I will move like the world that turns beneath me And when I lose my direction, I’ll look up to the sky And when the black cloak drags upon the ground I’ll be ready to surrender, and remember Well we’re all in this together If I live the life I’m given, I won’t be scared to die. ↗

— The Avett Brothers

#once-and-future-carpenter #slammed #death

Certain remakes are great. Carpenter's The Thing is better than the original. ↗

— Alex Winter

#carpenter #certain #great #original #remakes

I love Mary Chapin Carpenter songs. I love her songs 'Come On, Come On' and 'I Am A Town', they're two of my favorite songs. ↗

— Betty Buckley

#carpenter #come #favorite #her #i

How it happened that Mastro Cherry, carpenter, found a piece of wood that wept and laughed like a child. ↗

— Carlo Collodi

#cherry #child #found #happened #how

A jackass can kick a barn down, but it takes a carpenter to build one. ↗

— Sam Rayburn

#build #carpenter #down #jackass #kick

There is some of the same fitness in a man's building his own house that there is in a bird's building its own nest. Who knows but if men constructed their dwellings with their own hands, and provided food for themselves and families simply and honestly enough, the poetic faculty would be universally developed, as birds universally sing when they are so engaged? But alas! we do like cowbirds and cuckoos, which lay their eggs in nests which other birds have built, and cheer no traveller with their chattering and unmusical notes. Shall we forever resign the pleasure of construction to the carpenter? ↗

— Henry David Thoreau

#carpenter #house #nest #walden #family

The married thing. Sometimes I look at it and feel like someone from a Dickens novel, standing outside in the cold and staring in at Christmas dinner. Relationships hadn't ever really worked for me. I think it's had something to do with all the demons, ghosts, and human sacrifice. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#harry-dresden #humor #love #michael-carpenter #humor

It's one of the things that makes us different than they are, Harry. The blood on their hands does not make it right to bloody my own. My choices are measured against my own soul. Not against the stains on theirs. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#harry-dresden #michael-carpenter #death

Beside me, Molly rolled her shoulders in a few jerky motions and pushed at her hair in fitful little gestures. She tugged at her well-tattered skirts, and grimaced at her boots. "Can you see if there’s any mud on them?" I paused to consider her for a second. Then I said, "You have two tattoos showing right now, and you probably used a fake ID to get them. Your piercings would set off any metal detector worth the name, and you’re featuring them in parts of your anatomy your parents wish you didn’t yet realize you had. You’re dressed like Frankenhooker, and your hair has been dyed colors I previously thought existed only in cotton candy.” I turned to face the door again. “I wouldn’t waste time worrying about a little mud on the boots. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#humor #molly-carpenter #humor

Hush, Harry. Or you'll go to the special hell." I blinked at that, confused. I'm not supposed to be the guy who doesn't get the reference joke, dammit. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#harry-dresden #molly-carpenter #harry-dresden