#nest

The day my mother gave us the keys, she also made me and Greta sign a form so that the bank knew our signatures. To get in we had to show our key and sign something so they would know it was really us. I was worried that my signature wouldn't look the same. I wasn't sure when that thing would happen that made it so you always signed your name exactly the same, but it hadn't happened to me yet. So far I'd only had to sign something three times. Once for a code of conduct for the eighth grade field trip to Philadelphia, once for a pact I made with Beans and Frances Wykoski in fifth grade that we'd never have boyfriends until high school. (Of the three of us, I'm the only one who kept that pact.) ↗

— Carol Rifka Brunt

#humor #musings #truth #home

I suppose if we gain anything from this unsought experience it will be an appreciation for honesty- frankness on the part of our politicians, our friends, our loves, ourselves. No more liars in public places. (And the bed and the bar are, in their way, as public as the floor of Congress.) ↗

— Tim O'Brien

#lying #politics #war #experience

Anybody who says they are a good liar obviously is not, because any legitimately savvy liar would always insist they're honest about everything. ↗

— Chuck Klosterman

#always #any #anybody #because #everything

If you don’t find the right set of eyes to see through your bull, you will always be surrounded by friends that will tell you white lies because they like your company and don’t want to ruin the evening. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#bluntness #fake-friends #friendship #girlfriends #honest-friends

I got over shy a really long time ago. I'm queer, I'm feline, get used to it. ↗

— Andrea Speed

#humor #humor

Billy here has been talkin' about slicin' his wrists again, so is there seven of you guys who'd like to join him and make it therapeutic? ↗

— Ken Kesey

#humor #nest #humor

People always tell me, 'Reinvent yourself, re-this, re-whatever.' I haven't reinvented myself. It's an honest evolution. I've always been authentic. ↗

— Pamela Anderson

#authentic #been #evolution #haven #honest

Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the dust of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#dying #ernest-hemingway #for-whom-the-bell-tolls #life #living

Honesty, for me, is usually the worst policy imaginable. ↗

— Patricia Highsmith

#honesty #imagination

In the kingdom of glass everything is transparent, and there is no place to hide a dark heart. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#clear #dark #disguise #glass #heart