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All that running and getting nowhere, he thought. Story of my life. ↗


— Cassandra Clare


#simon-lewis #life

Clearly,' said Luke, 'something's going on that I don't know about.' Simon looked over at him. 'Sometimes I think that's the motto of my life. ↗


— Cassandra Clare


#luke-garroway #simon-lewis #life

Everything seems simpler from a distance. ↗


— Gail Tsukiyama


#life #people #simple #simplicity #life

Where was I when the rockets came to life And carried you away into the alligator sky Even though, I'll never know what's up ahead I'm never lettin' go, I'm never lettin' go! ↗


— Owl City


#owl-city #life

Lear, Macbeth. Mercutio – they live on their own as it were. The newspapers are full of them, if we were only the Shakespeares to see it. Have you ever been in a Police Court? Have you ever watched tradesmen behind their counters? My soul, the secrets walking in the streets! You jostle them at every corner. There's a Polonius in every first-class railway carriage, and as many Juliets as there are boarding-schools. ... How inexhaustibly rich everything is, if you only stick to life. ↗


— Walter de La Mare


#writers #writing #life

London is on the whole the most possible form of life. ↗


— Henry James


#city-life #life #london #metropolis #life

None can be an impartial or wise observer of human life but from the vantage ground of what we should call voluntary poverty. ↗


— Henry David Thoreau


#life

Chance is life's only certainty. ↗


— Mickey Wyte


#mystery #new-york-city #life

Her life had been altogether artificial; she had always been a great garden lily in a hot-house, she had never known what it was to be blown by a fresh breeze on a sun-swept moorland like a heather flower. The hot-house shelters from all chills and is full of perfume, but you can see no horizon from it; that alone is the joy of the moorland. ↗


— Ouida


#p- #life

Now you are walking in Paris all alone in the crowd As herds of bellowing buses drive by Love's anguish tightens your throat As if you were never to be loved again If you lived in the old days you would enter a monastery You are ashamed when you discover yourself reciting a prayer You make fun of yourself and like the fire of Hell your laughter crackles The sparks of your laugh gild the depths of your life It's a painting hanging in a dark museum And sometimes you go and look at it close up ↗


— Guillaume Apollinaire


#city #crowd #laughing #laughter #love






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