#left

I feel like I've been through a lot in the past couple of years, But I've kept pretty stable. That's because I channel that emotion into performance. I can handle emotion as long as it's only a song. It works for me, and I don't want to change it. I don't have anything left for writing. ↗

— Jennifer Echols

#handling-emotion #nothing-left #sam #song #through-a-lot

Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

#bewilderment #come #into #left #much

Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33) ↗

— Tim Willocks

#apple #asymmetry #atlantic #autumn #blind-man

Hal frowned. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" "Uh, live in a tropical paradise for a week and sip fruity drinks with umbrellas in them by the pool? Yeah, Hal," I said, cranking up the sarcasm far past eleven, "that's a fate worse than death. I don't know what I was thinking." "No," he said, stretching the word out longer than was healthy for it, "I was thinking more like going on a honeymoon without a wife." I dropped a sock and looked up at him, stung. "Don't rub it in, man. ↗

— Cary Attwell

#left-at-the-altar #death

Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupery

#add #away #left #more #nothing

There is nothing more mysterious than a TV set left on in an empty room. It is even stranger than a man talking to himself or a woman standing dreaming at her stove. It is as if another planet is communicating with you. ↗

— Jean Baudrillard

#communicating #dreaming #empty #even #her

If you are drawn to the left hand path, it's usually because you've had some kind of life experience that has shocked you, awakened you. ↗

— Nikolas Schreck

#magic #occult #paganism #sex-magick #experience

I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving. ↗

— Lili St. Crow

#holding-on #leaving #left #loneliness #strange-angels

The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for thirty years she served the family nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found. ↗

— Calvin Trillin

#about #been #family #found #leftovers

I’m building a hot air balloon out of my love for you. I’m starting with the hot air, and then I’m going to surround that with saran wrap, because after all, I’m only using leftovers.
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— Jarod Kintz

#hot-air-balloon #leftovers #love #saran-wrap #food