#eat

I love the percussion. It's a right brain, left brain thing. There are different beats, but cooperating together. It's your whole body doing it, you're doing the snare drum and the high top with your hands and the bass drum with your foot. You're this whole motion machine. ↗

— Shalom Harlow

#beats #body #brain #cooperating #different

The Goddess teaches us that every ending is also a beginning. May there be rebirth from this death. ↗

— Cate Tiernan

#death

When I started coming to do shows in New York, New York had a pretty electric energy then. It was the early-nineties, and there was a lot of really fun theatrical types that were designing, and so the runway kind of became this stage for all of these mega model personalities to flaunt their stuff. ↗

— Shalom Harlow

#coming #designing #electric #energy #fun

I was aware that everybody said I was going to be a vast mega-flop, and that William Hague was just oh-so intelligent, and oh such a great parliamentarian, and therefore so different from me! So I thought, I must deprive them of the satisfaction of proving themselves right. ↗

— Harriet Harman

#deprive #different #everybody #going #great

Time. Time has a way of standing still during the moments that define one’s life. The first kiss, the birth of one’s first child, a paralyzing car accident, hearing of the death of a parent, the last kiss. ↗

— Benjamin M. Strozykowski

#child #first-kiss #standing-still #time #death

His theatre was the clouds, where no spectacle repeated itself. On land he was a foreigner. Land for him was stasis, and it pulled him into immobility, which was his image of death.” — , ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#death

So thirsty," Jack groaned. "So worried,"said the frog. I hope we don't starve to death." "Yes,"said Jill, "not starving to death would be nice." "So would not thirsting to death," said Jack "Thirsting isn't even a word," said Jill "It isn't?" "No." "Then what's the word?" "I dont know. You just can't." "Oh." This is, of course, the kind of inane conversation that occurs when people are slowly losing their minds. ↗

— Adam Gidwitz

#death

Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat in this distracted globe. Remember thee? ↗

— William Shakespeare

#ghost #memory #remember #rememberance #death

Here too was the terrifying fixed curve of the infinite, the creeping curve of logic which at least must become the final signpost at the edge of nothing. After that - the deluge. The great white light of annihilation. The bright flash of death... ("Mr. Arcularis") ↗

— Conrad Aiken

#death #infinity #nothing #death

And in the years when your shadow leaned clear across the land as you lay abed nights with your heartbeat mounting to the billions, his invention must let a man drowse easy in the falling leaves like the boys in autumn who, comfortably strewn in the dry stacks, are content to be a part of the death of the world... ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#death