#don

That´s the problem with planning a late night supper after the opera, not only does the hero or the heroine die singing, but you end up famished after the last notes of the finale. ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#funny #humor #humorous #humour #life

So little done, so much to do. ↗

— Cecil Rhodes

#done #little #much

Why should we put ourselves out of our way to do anything for posterity? For what has posterity ever done for us? ↗

— Boyle Roche

#done #ever #our #ourselves #out

It's the business I'm in, I can't say that signing things is the favourite part of my career but you know that it has to be done and that there is no pain involved. ↗

— Cliff Richard

#career #done #favourite #i #involved

I suggest to my students that they write under a pseudonym for a week. That allows young men to write as women, and women as men. It allows them a lot of freedom they don't have ordinarily. ↗

— Joyce Carol Oates

#on-writing #pseudonym #freedom

Day 72 I remember oranges and you don’t mind me leaving the queue momentarily to find some. When you say, Of course, you reach for my arm in sympathy and recognition. This may be the thing that breaks me today, that stops me in my tracks before driving me forward, turning a corner, making something work, letting everything happen. When I return, you’re touching my yoghurts, reading the ingredients, as though you are making them yours, protecting them in my absence and amusing yourself with the cherry-ness of them. On days like this, I want to take my strangers home with me. ↗

— Gemma Seltzer

#london #oranges #speaking #stories #strangers

Don't give your money to the church. They should be giving their money to you. ↗

— George Carlin

#church #donation #george-carlin #money #money

Whatever you are is all okay. I don't like you anyway. ↗

— Shel Silverstein

#change

London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful. Always it believes that something good is about to come off, and it must hurry to meet it. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

#home #hometown #new-york-city #new-yorker #optimism

There are little pockets of old time in London, where things and places stay the same, like bubbles in amber,” she explained. “There’s a lot of time in London, and it has to go somewhere—it doesn’t all get used up at once.” “I may still be hung over,” sighed Richard. “That almost made sense. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#london