#eat

It seems like our town has closed down these days leading up to the funeral. Old people still sit on their porches and talk, but their conversations aren't sprinkled with laughter anymore. Since the new, little kids haven't played outside, as if their moms are afraid someone might snatch them out of their yards and send them off to war. ↗

— Kimberly Willis Holt

#death #friendship #vietnam-war #age

Well, I don’t know how to break this to you, but I think they might have noticed we broke into Gringotts. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#gringotts #ron-weasley #death

...the imagination is unleashed by constraints. You break out of the box by stepping into shackles. ↗

— Jonah Lehrer

#creativity #imagination #limitations #imagination

Reality is only for people with no imagination. ↗

— Gavin Freeman

#imagine #reality #imagination

They spell-caught the sounds of cat paws, the breath of fish, the spittle of birds, the hairs of a woman's beard, and the roots of a mountain, and spun them around the sinews of a bear. That made a bond that looked as fine as a ribbon of silk, but, since it was made of things not in this world, it was so strong nothing in the world could break it. ↗

— Ingri d'Aulaire

#imagery #imagination #myth #imagination

She went on, “Yes, Porter and I did discuss divorce, and we realized we loved each other too much to do anything so silly.” “That’s got to be a comfort to you now,” I said. “I can imagine how painful it would be to have someone you care for die with a lot of unresolved --” “Yes!” she exclaimed. “That is exactly right!” She gave me an approving lashless gaze. “See, gay guys always understand these things!” “We’re born with that understanding gene,” I said. ↗

— Josh Lanyon

#death

Imagination is not an icing on the cake of life but the oven in which it is baked. ↗

— Orna Ross

#imagination #imagination

Anything creative requires a bit of acting,and filling in blanks with imagination. ↗

— Christina Westover

#christina-westover #creativity #imagination #inspiration #writing

If you were ever dumped after knitting a guy a sweater, consider the possibility that the problem was with the sweater, not you. The recipient probably took one look at the thing, imagined a lifetime of having to pretend to like (and wear) this sweater and others of its like, and saw no choice but to flee into the night ↗

— Stephanie Pearl-McPhee

#sweater #yarn #imagination

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine." ~Heathcliff ↗

— Emily Brontë

#unrequited-love #death