#laught

Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die. ↗

— Karl Shapiro

#blow #chart #die #eyes #face

When it comes to animal agriculture, there is conventional, which is really hideous, and "compassionate" or "certified humane" or whatever, which *may* be *slightly* less hideous. But it's all torture. It's all wrong. These "happy" gimmicks are just designed to make the public feel better about exploiting animals. Don't buy the propaganda of "happy" exploitation. Go vegan and promote veganism. ↗

— Gary L. Francione

#abolitionist #ethical-veganism #francione #happy-meat #humane

It was tragic how life had sucked her down to the bones, all her spontaneity her laughter and freedom had vanished. I knew then that I didn't ever want to be like that. Whatever happened, life was something too precious to give up on so easily. ↗

— Belinda Jeffrey

#give-up #laughter #life #precious #spontaneity

Tu seras toujours mon ami. Tu auras envie de rire avec moi. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#foreign-language #french #friendship #laughter #friendship

Nothing brings on jealousy like laughter. ↗

— Françoise Sagan

#laughter #jealousy

No, my young apprentice. You said the exact right thing. Again. I'm just laughing at life." "Why?" he asked, opening both his eyes. "Because sometimes it's either laugh or cry. I prefer laugh. How about you? ↗

— P.C. Cast

#laugh-or-cry #laughter #life #life

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can; all of them make me laugh. ↗

— W.H. Auden

#love

And the little prince broke into a lovely peal of laughter, which irritated me very much. I like my misfortunes to be taken seriously. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#misfortunes #love

Love well, laugh often and live well for Christ. ↗

— Karen Kingsbury Leaving

#christianity #laught #love #love

It’s like a man in the trenches again: he doesn’t know any more why he should go on living, because if he escapes now he’ll only be caught later, but he goes on just the same, and even though he has the soul of a cockroach and has admitted as much to himself, give him a gun or a knife or even just his bare nails, and he’ll go on slaughtering and slaughtering, he’d slaughter a million men rather than stop and ask himself why. ↗

— Henry Miller

#slaughter #soldiers #trenches #men