#miles

There's an epigram tacked to my office bulletin board, pinched from a magazine -- "Wanting to meet an author because you like his work is like wanting to meet a duck because you like pâté. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#disappointment #epigrams #fandom #on-writing #similes

I'm really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what. ↗

— John Green

#alaska-young #fiction #looking-for-alaska #miles #fiction

This is important! But you have to stay absolutely cool. I may be completely off-base, and panicking prematurely." "I don't think so. I think you're panicking post-maturely. In fact, if you were panicking any later it would be practically posthumously. I've been panicking for days. ↗

— Lois McMaster Bujold

#ivan #miles #vorkosigan #maturity

Kissing him last night at the pep rally had been like kissing an underpass. ↗

— George Saunders

#humor #similes #simile

One step outside the gate, and we are among the sand-hills that stretch for miles and miles round Vera Cruz. ↗

— Edward Burnett Tylor

#cruz #gate #miles #outside #round

Every one knows how the snow lies in the valleys of the Alps, forming a plain which slopes gradually downward towards the outlet Imagine such a valley ten miles across, with just such a sloping plain, not of snow but of earth. ↗

— Edward Burnett Tylor

#downward #earth #every #forming #gradually

My home was 25 miles from the gulf, and I did not want to see it become a shorefront property. ↗

— John Breaux

#did #gulf #home #i #miles

I remember one winter, when I was about five or six, I spent three days with another boy, tracking a bobcat that had been sighted in another county fifty miles away, but which I was sure had come into our neighborhood. ↗

— Terry Brooks

#another #away #been #boy #come

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. ↗

— Lord Byron

#away #beam #clouds #evening #life

True humor springs not more from the head than from the heart. It is not contempt; its essence is love. It issues not in laughter, but in still smiles, which lie far deeper. ↗

— Thomas Carlyle

#deeper #essence #far #head #heart