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Dear Uncle Bernard - Your niece Frances - a four-eyed, French-plaited platypus awaiting the evaporation of h baby fat - thanks you very much for the romantic advice. But I've never been one to spend time thinking about why men and women take to each other, or why they don't. I think it can turn a lady neurotic, a term I despise but also am loath to have turned in my direction. ↗

— Carlene Bauer

#relationship #romantic-advice #friendship

You and I are so different: I am one word at a time one foot in front of the other, slowly, always testing how surely footing is before proceeding to the next sentence with ruminative breaks for buttered toast and coffee. ↗

— Carlene Bauer

#relationships #friendship

Friends are like angels. You don't have to see them, to know they are really there. ↗

— Melissa

#friendship

And all I want is to hold her and make the rest of the world go away. ↗

— Mary E. Pearson

#friendship #love #friendship

It makes me think that a marriage of true minds - to again quote Shakespeare - is in many ways just dumb luck. ↗

— Carlene Bauer

#marriage #relationships #friendship

Screw friendship!! I need more enemies. Atleast they admit they don't like you... ↗

— Manasa Rao

#friendship #truth #friendship

I was a little cross.I ask pardon. If I do get up a little temper I have no sufficient time to keep it up. ↗

— Abraham Lincoln

#life-and-living #self-deprecation #friendship

My sincere thanks to friends and family, especially my mother, father, brother, and Mandy, who continue to love and support me despite my obsessions. ↗

— Jonathan Ball

#embarrassment #friendship #gross #language-barrier #poetry

How did he keep playing when money got really tight, and there was no more food in the house? How did he play on when it became clear he was flunking out of school? Was music really enough when the whole world seemed to be collapsing around him? Or was it just the only thing left? ↗

— Antony John

#music #food

Somewhere among the commotion I grew rather depressed. The depression stayed with me for over a year; it was like an animal, a well-defined, spatially localizable thing. I would wake up, open my eyes, listen-is it here or isn’t it? No sign of it. Perhaps it’s asleep. Perhaps it will leave me alone today. Carefully, very carefully, I get out of bed. All is quiet. I go to the kitchen, start breakfast. Not a sound. TV-Good Morning America, David what’s-his-name, a guy I can’t stand. I eat and watch the guests. Slowly the food fills my stomach and gives me strength. Now a quick excursion to the bathroom, and out for my morning walk-and here she is, my faithful depression: “Did you think you could leave without me?" I had often warned my students not to identify with their work. I told them, “if you want to achieve something, if you want to write a book, paint a picture, be sure that the center of your existence if somewhere else and that it’s solidly grounded; only then will you be able to keep your cool and laugh at the attacks that are bound to come." I myself had followed this advice in the past, but now I was alone, sick with some unknown affliction; my private life was in a mess, and I was without a defense. I often wished I had never written that fucking book. ↗

— Paul Karl Feyerabend

#feyerabend #paul-feyerabend #paul-karl-feyerabend #faith