#let

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come... ↗

— William Shakespeare

#death-and-dying #hamlet #shakespeare #dreams

I see my skeleton walking down the street now. I’m walking behind it. Our feet touch the ground at the same time. I am my own shadow. The road we’re walking along looks familiar. The trees lining the pavement have been bleached by the sun. There are stone steps on my left. I climb them. This is the route I used to take after school. It’s very dark. The skeleton has disappeared. ↗

— Ma Jian

#shadow #skeleton #death

The Skeleton Chattering finch and water-fly Are not merrier than I; Here among the flowers I lie Laughing everlastingly. No: I may not tell the best; Surely, friends, I might have guessed Death was but the good King's jest, It was hid so carefully. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#hope #laughter #skeleton #death

He was digging in his garden--digging, too, in his own mind, laboriously turning up the substance of his thought. Death--and he drove in his spade once, and again, and yet again. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools they way to dusty death. A convincing thunder rumbled through the words. He lifted another spadeful of earth. Why had Linda died? Why had she been allowed to become gradually less than human and at last... He shuddered. A good kissing carrion. He planted his foot on his spade and stamped it fiercely into the tough ground. As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; they kills us for their sport. Thunder again; words that proclaimed themselves true--truer somehow than truth itself. And yet that same Gloucester had called them ever-gentle gods. Besides, thy best of rest is sleep, and that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st thy death which is no more. No more than sleep. Sleep. Perchance to dream. His spade struck against a stone; he stooped to pick it up. For in that sleep of death, what dreams...? ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#hamlet #shakespeare #death

The tenor of the comments as we got closer and closer to August got dominated by 'Wouldja please get this over with' and not let us go into default. ↗

— Nan Hayworth

#closer #comments #default #dominated #get

Jazz is letting everybody do his or her thing with the music. ↗

— Percy Heath

#her #his #jazz #letting #music

The completely solitary self: that's where poetry comes from, and it gets isolated by crisis, and those crises are often very intimate also. ↗

— Seamus Heaney

#comes #completely #crises #crisis #gets

The hours, minutes and seconds stand as visible reminders that your effort put them all there. Preserve until your next run, when the watch lets you see how Impermanent your efforts are. ↗

— Joe Henderson

#efforts #hours #how #lets #minutes

I have never learned to read or write music so I am not a virtuoso musician like the others you mentioned. I am completely unable to play like them because I never learned classical music, I just developed my own crazy style! ↗

— Ken Hensley

#because #classical #classical music #completely #crazy

My Mom is a ballet director, so I had this idea in me that classical training is the best foundation for anything you do, so I wanted to get a classical background and voice. ↗

— Shuler Hensley

#background #ballet #best #classical #classical training