#hai

The expression in her eyes was bitter as nightshade. 'You ask me about regret? Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air between, or each link separately, as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself? I've given more thought to this question than you can begin to imagine. ↗

— Janet Fitch

#daughter #ingrid #links #mother #regret

I'm telling you, the gorgeous of the world can actually look pretty intimidating when they scowl. Imagine a snow-white swan with a scary tattoo holding a chain saw. There's just no way to really prepare for that. ↗

— Jim Benton

#funny #scary #scowl #swan #tattoo

What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms. ↗

— Kobayashi Issa

#cherry-blossoms #haiku #japan #life #poetry

I want to create a seventeen-syllable word that encompasses the human condition, and then use that word to form the world’s most perfect haiku. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#humanity #life #perfection #poetry #relationships

Geez, I wish I could tell you I had a whole bunch of '80s hair bands, you know something you really wouldn't expect, but I don't know that the music police would be that surprised, because most of the stuff that I am influenced by is in evidence in the music. ↗

— John Sebastian

#bands #because #bunch #could #evidence

I spent thirty-three years in another man's shadow. I went everywhere he went, I helped him with everything he did. I was in a sense a part of him. When you live like that for a long time, you gradually lose track of what it is you yourself really want out of life ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#life

The rider evolved to serve to the elephant. ↗

— Jonathan Haidt

#haidt #happiness #jon #jonathan #life

I'm talking about a little truth-in-packaging here. To be perfectly frank, you don't quite look like yourself. And if you walk around looking like someone other than who you are, you could end up getting the wrong job, the wrong friends, who knows what-all. You could end up with somebody else's life." I shrugged again, and smiled. "This is my life," I said. "It doesn't seem like the wrong one. ↗

— Michael Cunningham

#hair #haircut #identity #life #self

(…) met the owner of this cozy book-and-candle Apt. G, a tall, leggy, striking girl named Bea or maybe just the letter B or maybe the insect Bee, not sure, her long blond hair pulled in a ponytail, her no-doubt banging body effortlessly buried beneath a pile of tights and sweaters and scarves – she is a walking coat rack – and as we shook hands, Bea fixed me with the most alarming blue-eyed stare of my life, the kind of stare in which you think some potent subliminal message is being passed along (Run away with me or maybe just Run away), (…) ↗

— Jess Walter

#drugs #humor #life

The months roll by like wheels on a wheelchair. Pretty soon it’ll be July. Feels like just last month it was May.
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— Jarod Kintz

#life #may #months #time #wheelchair