#miles

I don't want the words to be naked the way they are in faxes or in the computer. I want them to be covered by an envelope that you have to rip open in order to get at. I want there to be a waiting time -a pause between the writing and the reading. I want us to be careful about what we say to each other. I want the miles between us to be real and long. This will be our law -that we write our dailiness and our suffering very, very carefully. ↗

— Siri Hustvedt

#letter #miles #words #write #love

I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#enjoyment #literature #literature-quotes #poems #poetry

The sun rose like a stripper, keeping its glory well covered by cloud till it seemed there'd be no show at all. ↗

— Clive Barker

#lulz #similes #humor

Newly Found Sugary Spill: Tastes Like Dried Spit or Old Soda ↗

— Chris Ware

#gross #similes #simile

After the smoke clears, I think people will say, 'You know what? That Shaun Alexander, he did all right when he was here. I think there will be more smiles when the smoke clears. ↗

— Shaun Alexander

#alexander #clears #did #here #i

Every man who is high up loves to think that he has done it all himself; and the wife smiles, and lets it go at that. ↗

— David Bailey

#every #every man #go #high #himself

Smiles come naturally to me, but I started thinking of them as an art form at my command. I studied all the time. I looked at magazines, I'd practice in front of the mirror and I'd ask photographers about the best angles. I can now pull out a smile at will. ↗

— Tyra Banks

#angles #art #art form #ask #best

Ah, Hope! what would life be, stripped of thy encouraging smiles, that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of today, for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow. ↗

— Susanna Moodie

#beams #behind #clouds #dark #encouraging

I have no auditory depth perception. She said, “I love you,” and I couldn’t even tell if she was 300 miles away, or 6 feet below my feet and 300 years away.
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— Jarod Kintz

#auditory #cemetery #death #depth-perception #grave

We speak now or I do, and others do. You've never spoken before. You will. You'll be able to say how the city is a pit and a hill and a standard and an animal that hunts and a vessel on the sea and the sea and how we are fish in it, not like the man who swims weekly with fish but the fish with which he swims, the water, the pool. I love you, you light me, warm me, you are suns. You have never spoken before. ↗

— China Miéville

#embassytown #language #lies-that-speak-truth #metaphors #similes