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Yes, madam, I am drunk. But in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.
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— Winston Churchill

#drunkenness #retort #classics

I saw the Cloud, though I did not foresee the Storm. ↗

— Daniel Defoe

#daniel-defoe #moll-flanders #classics

Do not deny the classical approach, simply as a reaction, or you will have created another pattern and trapped yourself there. ↗

— Bruce Lee

#lee #pattern #reaction #classics

Innovation! One cannot be forever innovating. I want to create classics ↗

— Coco Chanel

#fashion #innovation #classics

But I hate to hear you talking so like a fine gentleman, and as if women were all fine ladies, instead of rational creatures. We none of us expect to be in smooth water all our days. ↗

— Jane Austen

#literature #romance #classics

One must not think slightingly of the paradoxical…for the paradox is the source of the thinker’s passion, and the thinker without a paradox is like a lover without feeling: a paltry mediocrity. ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#paradox

I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#brain #drinking #stealing #thief #alcohol

..... it would be interesting to find out what goes on in that moment when someone looks at you and draws all sorts of conclusions. ↗

— Malcolm Gladwell

#instinct #judgment #stereotype #judgment

Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now taking deep, sharp gulps of the night air, trying to steady himself, trying to regain control. He should have brought something to give them, and he had not thought of it, and every plant in the graveyard was leafless and frozen. But Hermione raised her wand, moved it in a circle through the air, and a wreath of Christmas roses blossomed before them. Harry caught it and laid it on his parent's grave. As soon as he stood up he wanted to leave: He did not think he could stand another moment there. He put his arm around Hermione's shoulders, and she put hers around his waist, and they turned in silence and walked away through the snow, past Dumbledore's mother and sister, back toward the dark church and the out-of-sight kissing gate. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#hermione-granger #death

I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there. ↗

— Henry Rollins

#soul-mate #snow