#or

Jake, he makes things hurt a little less. He...he's HOME for me right now. If being around him takes the pain away just a tiny bit, then it doesn't matter how or why he is with me. ↗

— Jay McClean

#home

LOOKING The world goes by, and what have I to do with it? I merely observe how the geese stretch their necks towards the orange rim of sky. I watch how light fades and children make their way home, hungry and tired. The bushes outside become ghosts while baths run and kitchen windows steam up with the cooking. This is the smell of our home, where I have a place in the wrinkled hours making beds and hugging boys awake. This is the sound of the house where I feel out lives into words, translate ragged nights and days into something whole, or try to. You may look if you wish..... The world goes by, and what have you or I to do with it, except perhaps for looking... ? ↗

— Jay Woodman

#bed #children #home #house #kitchen

Life's hard. It's even harder when you're stupid. ↗

— John Wayne

#life #humor

I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don't know the answer ↗

— Douglas Adams

#wit #humor

There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened. ↗

— Douglas Adams

#humor

People, generally, suck. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#humor

I have nothing to declare except my genius. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#humor

If you abandon the political arena, somebody is going to be there. Corporations aren't going to go home and join the PTA. They are going to run things. ↗

— Noam Chomsky

#politics #home

The creature was very young. He was alone in a dread universe. I crept on my knees and crouched beside him. It was a small fox pup from a den under the timbers who looked up at me. God knows what had become of his brothers and sisters. His parents must not have been home from hunting. He innocently selected what I think was a chicken bone from an untidy pile of splintered rubbish and shook it at me invitingly... the universe was swinging in some fantastic fashion around to present its face and the face was so small that the universe itself was laughing. It was not a time for human dignity. It was a time only for the careful observance of amenities written behind the stars. Gravely I arranged my forepaws while the puppy whimpered with ill-concealed excitement. I drew the breath of a fox's den into my nostrils. On impulse, I picked up clumsily a whiter bone and shook it in teeth that had not entirely forgotten their original purpose. Round and round we tumbled and for just one ecstatic moment I held the universe at bay by the simple expedient of sitting on my haunches before a fox den and tumbling about with a chicken bone. It is the gravest, most meaningful act I shall ever accomplish, but, as Thoreau once remarked of some peculiar errand of his own, there is no use reporting it to the Royal Society. ↗

— Loren Eiseley "The Star Thrower"

#loren-eiseley #the-star-thrower #home

When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'. ↗

— Groucho Marx

#humor #jail #humor