#letter

The several tribes of Indians inhabiting the regions of the Upper Missouri, and of whom I spoke in my last Letter, are undoubtedly the finest looking, best equipped, and most beautifully costumed of any on the Continent. ↗

— George Catlin

#beautifully #best #continent #equipped #finest

Walking is the natural recreation for a man who desires not absolutely to suppress his intellect but to turn it out to play for a season. All great men of letters have therefore been enthusiastic walkers. ↗

— Leslie Stephen

#been #desires #enthusiastic #great #great men

One serious drawback about letters is that, in order to get them, one must send some out. When it comes to the mail, I feel it is better to receive than to give. ↗

— Joseph Epstein

#better #comes #drawback #feel #get

Clary, Despite everything, I can't bear the thought of this ring being lost forever, any more then I can bear the thought of leaving you forever. And though I have no choice about the one, at least I can choose about the other. I'm leaving you our family ring because you have as much right to it as I do. I'm writing this watching the sun come up. You're asleep, dreams moving behind your restless eyelids. I wish I knew what you were thinking. I wish I could slip into your head and see the world the way you do. I wish I could see myself the way you do. But maybe I dont want to see that. Maybe it would make me feel even more than I already do that I'm perpetuating some kind of Great Lie on you, and I couldn't stand that. I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of me and I'd break myself trying to make you happy. My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can't have and wanting what you shouldn't want. And I shouldn't want you. All night I've watched you sleeping, watched the moonlight come and go, casting its shadows across your face in black and white. I've never seen anything more beautiful. I think of the life we could have had if things were different, a life where this night is not a singular event, separate from everything else that's real, but every night. But things aren't different, and I can't look at you without feeling like I've tricked you into loving me. The truth no one is willing to say out loud is that no one has a shot against Valentine but me. I can get close to him like no one else can. I can pretend I want to join him and he'll believe me, up until that last moment where I end it all, one way or another. I have something of Sebastian's; I can track him to where my father's hiding, and that's what I'm going to do. So I lied to you last night. I said I just wanted one night with you. But I want every night with you. And that's why I have to slip out of your window now, like a coward. Because if I had to tell you this to your face, I couldn't make myself go. I don't blame you if you hate me, I wish you would. As long as I can still dream, I will dream of you. _Jace ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #city-of-glass #clary-fray #herondale #jace-lightwood

They call it golf because all the other four-letter words were taken. ↗

— Ray Floyd

#call #four-letter #golf #other #taken

Letters have to pass two tests before they can be classed as good: they must express the personality both of the writer and of the recipient. ↗

— E. M. Forster

#both #classed #express #good #letters

The creative act is like writing a letter. A letter is a project; you don't sit down to write a letter unless you know what you want to say and to whom you want to say it. ↗

— Lukas Foss

#creative #creative act #down #know #letter

Out of five hundred who speak glibly of love, not one can spell the first letter of his name. ↗

— Marie de France

#five #glibly #his #hundred #letter

In politics women type the letters, lick the stamps, distribute the pamphlets and get out the vote. Men get elected. ↗

— Clare Boothe Luce

#distribute #elected #get #letters #lick

I have a file of letters and bits of ephemera from friends who have died. I have had lots of friends who died of AIDS. ↗

— Rachel Maddow

#bits #died #file #friends #had