#m

A lot of me is very up, and you have to have light and shade. They are both important and you have to be able to balance them. You have to admit that sadness is part of you and that it enriches you. I use it in my work. ↗

— Imelda Staunton

#admit #balance #both #enriches #i

On September 11, the murders of World Trade Center employees and visitors took the lives of numerous nationalities, ethnic groups and religious followers. ↗

— Cliff Stearns

#employees #ethnic #ethnic groups #followers #groups

Democrats' definition of "rich" - always seems to be set just above whatever the salary happens to be for a member of Congress. Perhaps that says it all. ↗

— Steve Steckler

#always #congress #definition #democrats #happens

If you say that you'd never hurt anybody, you're lack of emphaty and full of bullshit. ↗

— Toba Beta

#lack-of-emphaty #nonsense #people-hurt #nonsense

And this, even more wonderful and mysterious, is also true: when I read it, when I read what Julie's written, she is instantly alive again, whole and undamaged. With her words in my mind while I'm reading, she is as real as I am. Gloriously daft, drop-dead charming, full of bookish nonsense and foul language, brave and generous. She's right here. Afraid and exhausted, alone, but fighting. Flying in silver moonlight in a plane that can't be landed, stuck in the climb—alive, alive, ALIVE. ↗

— Elizabeth Wein

#maddie-bradott #nonsense

Voting for the lesser of two evils is still voting for evil. Next time, go all out and write in Lucifer on the ballot.
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— Jarod Kintz

#government #lucifer #politics #vote #voting

I want to meet a woman named Sherry who only drinks brandy, and a woman named Brandy who only drinks sherry. Then I’ll offer each one of them one magical night of sex with me, in the form of two of my clones. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#brandy #clones #drinks #magic #magical

A man speaking sense to himself is no madder than a man speaking nonsense not to himself. ↗

— Tom Stoppard

#talking-to-yourself #nonsense

Goodness, real goodness, has it's own sort of cruelty to it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#goodness #jem #cruelty

The Viscount stepped into the room. "Came to see if you was dead," he said. "Laid Pom odds you weren't." Lethbridge passed his hand across his eyes. "I'm not," he replied in a faint voice. "No. I'm sorry," said the Viscount simply. He wandered over to the table and sat down. "Horry said she killed you, Pom said So she might, I said No. Nonsense." Lethbridge still holding a hand to his aching head tried to pull himself together. "Did you?" he said. His eyes ran over his self invited guest. "I see. Let me assure you once more that I am very much alive." "Well I wish you'd put your wig on," complained the Viscount. "What I want to know is why did Horry hit you on the head with a poker?" Lethbridge gingerly felt his bruised scalp. "With a poker was it? Pray ask her, though I doubt if she will tell you." "You shouldn't keep the front door open," said the Viscount. "What's to stop people coming in and hitting you over the head? It's preposterous." "I wish you'd go home," said Lethbridge wearily. The Viscount surveyed the supper-table with a knowing eye. "Card-party?" he inquired. ↗

— Georgette Heyer

#marriage