#hollow

You know, Dag and Claire smile a lot, as do many people I know. But I always wondered if there is something either mechanical or malignant to their smiles, for the way they keep their outer lips propped up seems a bit, not false, but protective. A minor realization hits me as I sit with the two of them. It is the realisation that the smiles that they wear in their daily lives are the same as the smiles worn by people who have been good-naturedly fleeced, but fleeced nonetheless, in public and on a New York sidewalk by card sharks, and who are unable because of social conventions to show their anger, who don't want to look like poor sports. ↗

— Douglas Coupland

#nihilism #ruined-youth #anger

He has left nothing except for a note, which I find neatly folded under one of my sneakers. The Story of Solomon is the only way I know how to explain. And then, in smaller letters: Forgive me. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#lena-holloway #stories-of-the-book-of-shhh #forgiveness

Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#men

Knowledge is Power. Ignorance is Bliss. But curiosity—even if it had killed the cat—is king. ↗

— Kim Harrison

#curiosity

The laughter of man is more terrible than his tears, and takes more forms hollow, heartless, mirthless, maniacal. ↗

— James Thurber

#heartless #his #hollow #laughter #man

There's some pictures of me playing hollow bodies, but I never last long. I always come back to the acoustic. ↗

— Dan Hicks

#always #back #bodies #come #hollow

Fame is hollow. It amplifies what is there. If there is any self-doubt, or hatred, or lack of ability to connect with people, fame will magnify it. ↗

— Alanis Morissette

#any #connect #fame #hatred #hollow

August, the summer's last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor. ↗

— Henry Rollins

#august #hollow #last #messenger #misery

When not deeply engaged in creative activities, or numbed out by the TV, I felt empty. My heart hurt. I often felt hollow or as if I were some sort of wispy ghost, barely existing. ↗

— Judith Wright

#barely #creative #deeply #empty #engaged

I felt my cheeks turn red, and she laughed out loud. But I didn't mind too much, because the last thing she saw was my middle finger aimed in her direction as I stepped outside ↗

— Jessica Verday

#comeback #funny #jessica-verday #the-hollow #funny