#ms

The laughter of man is more terrible than his tears, and takes more forms hollow, heartless, mirthless, maniacal. ↗

— James Thurber

#heartless #his #hollow #laughter #man

The sanity of the average banquet speaker lasts about two and a half months; at the end of that time he begins to mutter to himself, and calls out in his sleep. ↗

— James Thurber

#average #banquet #begins #calls #end

in all the years i had blundered along in search of my own footing, she had never given me an inkling of this wish. unburdened by the demands of history or anyone else's dreams, i had wandered toward and finally reached a world far outside the plains i loved and loathed. my mother had neither begrudged me this journey nor expected it, certain that i had to make my own way. but she packed my toolbox with her great wit and forbearance before i went, and she stashed there, for long safekeeping, her desire. ↗

— Gail Caldwell

#dreams

Go and you will see that nothing is as wonderful as our dreams can make it ↗

— Carolyn Turgeon

#dreams

She reached into the pocket of her dress and threw the small stack of bills at him. They fluttered to the ground like broken dreams. "I hope you choke on every penny." "Pick that up." She drew back her arm and slapped him as hard as she could. ↗

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#drama #heart-wrenching #dreams

This is only a record of broken and apparently unrelated memories, some of them as distinct and sequent as brilliant beads upon a thread, others remote and strange, having the character of crimson dreams with interspaces blank and black -- witch-fires glowing still and red in a great desolation. ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

#memory #dreams

The musician writes for the orchestra what his inner voice sings to him; the painter rarely relies without disadvantage solely upon the images which his inner eye presents to him; nature gives him his forms, study governs his combinations of them. ↗

— Hermann Ebbinghaus

#disadvantage #eye #forms #gives #governs

Laser technology has fulfilled our people's ancient dream of a blade so fine that the person it cuts remains standing and alive until he moves and cleaves. Until we move, none of us can be sure that we have not already been cut in half, or in many pieces, by a blade of light. It is safest to assume that our throats have already been slit, that the slightest alteration in our postures will cause the painless severance of our heads. ↗

— Ben Lerner

#dreams

I heard the various terms of abuse at school and probably indulged them in the way you do as a kid. ↗

— Christopher Eccleston

#heard #i #indulged #kid #probably

All men think all men mortal, but themselves. ↗

— Edward Young

#mortal #themselves #think