#oft

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#being #dreams #feet #i #only

The concept of the "good ol' days" must be one of our society's biggest delusions, top reasons for depression, as well as most often used excuse for lack of success. ↗

— Bo Bennett

#concept #days #delusions #depression #excuse

I'm swimming," Caspian announced. "Sort of. Do you think that will interfere with my mermaid search? If I fall into the ocean and I'm not drowning, do you think she'll bother to save me?" "I think your mermaid probably has a life," Wills said..."You can't count on her to be waiting around for you every day. So drowning on purpose makes you an idiot. ↗

— Sarah Cross

#kill-me-softly #mermaid #mermaids #sarah-cross #wills

...summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows... ↗

— John Geddes

#face #lines #softens #summer #winter

When I write, I am not giving a lecture, I am speculating on behavior. Sometimes this is dangerous, but it should be. As I say often, theatre is a dark place and we should keep the light out of it. ↗

— Howard Barker

#behavior #dangerous #dark #dark place #giving

I think they should separate Microsoft's application group from its operating system group. ↗

— Jim Barksdale

#group #i #i think #microsoft #operating

Often undecided whether to desert a sinking ship for one that might not float, he would make up his mind to sit on the wharf for a day. ↗

— Lord Beaverbrook

#desert #float #his #make #make up

Dying people often become childish. ↗

— Georg Buchner

#childish #dying #often #people

A kind and compassionate act is often its own reward. ↗

— William Bennett

#compassionate #kind #often #own #reward

Did I live the spring I’d sought? It’s true in joy, I walked along, took part in dance, and sang the song. and never tried to bind an hour to my borrowed garden bower; nor did I once entreat a day to slumber at my feet. Yet days aren’t lulled by lyric song, like morning birds they pass along, o’er crests of trees, to none belong; o’er crests of trees of drying dew, their larking flight, my hands, eschew Thus I’ll say it once and true… From all that I saw, and everywhere I wandered, I learned that time cannot be spent, It only can be squandered. ↗

— Roman Payne

#living #payne #poesie #poetry #rhymes