#open

I have some friends, some honest friends, and honest friends are few; My pipe of briar, my open fire, A book that's not too new. ↗

— Robert W. Service

#few #fire #friends #honest #i

Life is just more comfortable if you're honest and open about everything. I spent so many years being in the closet about one thing or another. ↗

— Antony Sher

#another #being #closet #comfortable #everything

My Dad was so open creatively that I was off in search of black turtleneck bathing suits with long sleeves. ↗

— Moon Unit Zappa

#black #creatively #dad #i #long

To come to know that nothing is good, nothing is bad, is a turning point; it is a conversion. You start looking in; the outside reality loses meaning. The social reality is a fiction, a beautiful drama; you can participate in it, but then you don’t take it seriously. It is just a role to be played; play it as beautifully, as efficiently, as possible. But don’t take it seriously, it has nothing of the ultimate in it. ↗

— Osho

#openness #beauty

There are only two kinds of people in our town. The stupid and the stuck." ↗

— Kami Garcia

#first-lines #opening-lines #beauty

My foundations support people in the country who care about an open society. It's their work that I'm supporting. So it's not me doing it. But I can empower them. I can support them, and I can help them. ↗

— George Soros

#care #country #doing #empower #foundations

I never really wanted to die. But I followed through anyway. The pain in my heart was excruciating, and death was beautiful. ↗

— Rae Hachton

#death-and-dying #first-lines #gothic-fantasy #gothic-romance #love

Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn New York. Especially in the summer of 1912. Somber as a word was better. But it did not apply to Williamsburg Brooklyn. Prairie was lovely and Shenandoah had a beautiful sound but you couldn't fit those words into Brooklyn. Serene was the only word for it especially on a Saturday afternoon in summer. ↗

— Betty Smith

#opening-lines #beauty

I am kind and beautiful. I have a soul.It’s better to be known for what I am not. Isn’t that how the saying goes? ↗

— Rebecca Berto

#beauty

The redheaded homicide detective stepped through the door at 7:30 A.M. and out into the August heat that already had reached 88 degrees. By noon the temperature would hit 100, and by two or three o'clock it would be hovering around 105. Frayed nerves would then start to snap and produce a marked increase in the detective's business. Breadknife weather, the detective thought. Breadknives in the afternoon. ↗

— Ross Thomas

#business