#d

My parents had us very young. We lived in a modest house. We built forts, we hiked, we went camping and they wanted us to be independent. It's how children grew up in the 1940s and 50s: outside all the time, playing in the dirt, riding your bike around. ↗

— Brooklyn Decker

#bike #built #camping #children #dirt

I really hated fighting people and hurting them, but felt unable to stop. ↗

— Jack Dee

#fighting #hated #hurting #i #people

Now that women are jockeys, baseball umpires, atomic scientists, and business executives, maybe someday they can master parallel parking. ↗

— Bill Vaughan

#baseball #business #executives #master #maybe

There comes a time in history when the man who dares to say that two and two make four is punished with death. The schoolteacher is well aware of this. And the question is not one of knowing what punishment or reward attends the making of this calculation. The question is that of knowing whether two and two do make four. ↗

— Albert Camus

#death

But I like going to church. If you've been brought up in the Church of England, it feels like visiting an elderly relative. And I think it's important that part of the kids' education is knowing about the Bible. ↗

— Jack Dee

#been #bible #brought #church #education

As long as you smile, have sparkly eyes and stick your shoulders back, nobody's going to notice your bum or your waist or your feet, for that matter. ↗

— Cat Deeley

#bum #eyes #feet #going #long

I had a longing for ritual, something I could cling to, a routine to make me feel well and contented. I hoped that reading Bible commentaries and theological critiques would nudge me closer to some kind of absolute that I could hold up as a torch to light my way. ↗

— Jack Dee

#bible #cling #closer #commentaries #contented

The wonderful world of home appliances now makes it possible to cook indoors with charcoal and outdoors with gas. ↗

— Bill Vaughan

#charcoal #cook #gas #home #indoors

The dead are merely the countrymen of my future. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#death #fear #death

The poets and philosophers I once loved had it wrong. Death does not come to us all, nor does the passage of time dim our memories and reduce our bodies to dust. Because while I was considered dead, and a headstone had been engraved with my name, in truth my life was just beginning. ↗

— Kevin Williamson

#poet #stefan #death