#les

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#death #fall #love #priceless #winter

The strong belief can make things out of imagination. But that can also make facts as if they were fairy tales. ↗

— Toba Beta

#facts #fairy-tales #imagination #imagination

Además no es tan malo vivir solo. Yo la paso bien, decidiendo a cada instante lo que quiero hacer, y gracias a la soledad me conozco; algo fundamental para vivir ↗

— Facundo Cabral

#imagination #intellectual #life-lessons #imagination

She tried to imagine what Charles would do if another man came up to him and said, "You bring me joy. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#humor #humor

But,instead of what our imagination makes us suppose and which we worthless try to discover,life gives us something that we could hardly imagine. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#life #life-and-living #life-lessons #opportunity #unexpected

Before I sold used cars, I sold used horses. Mostly to glue factories. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#factories #funny #horses #humor #sales

Fake vitamin pills. Placebos. I sell them, because I sell hope.
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— Jarod Kintz

#hope #humor #placebo #sale #salesman

Do I look like I want to be involved in your teen love saga? Ask someone who cares. ↗

— Priya Ardis

#coming-of-age #e-books #ebooks #fairy-tales #merlin

When I got home I mixed a stiff one and stood by the open window in the living room and sipped it and listened to the groundswell of traffic on Laurel Canyon Boulevard and looked at the glare of the big angry city hanging over the shoulder of the hills through which the boulevard had been cut. Far off the banshee wail of police or fire sirens rose and fell, never for very long completely silent. Twenty four hours a day somebody is running, somebody else is trying to catch him. Out there in the night of a thousand crimes, people were dying, being maimed, cut by flying glass, crushed against steering wheels or under heavy tires. People were being beaten, robbed, strangled, raped, and murdered. People were hungry, sick; bored, desperate with loneliness or remorse or fear, angry, cruel, feverish, shaken by sobs. A city no worse than others, a city rich and vigorous and full of pride, a city lost and beaten and full of emptiness. It all depends on where you sit and what your own private score is. I didn't have one. I didn't care. I finished the drink and went to bed. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#disillusionment #los-angeles #southern-california #home

I swim with all my strength. No superhuman surge, or pony heroics; it's just me at my most desperate. ↗

— Karen Russell

#karen-russell #home