#ought

Cartoonist was the weirdest name I finally let myself have. I would never say it. When I heard it I silently thought, what an awful word. ↗

— Lynda Barry

#cartoonist #finally #heard #i #myself

I mean, I've had bartenders and waiters and waitresses make a comment about a joke of mine, like pointing out some sort of logic error or something that I've never even thought about, and they're right. ↗

— Todd Barry

#comment #error #even #had #i

I wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be when I started. ↗

— Todd Barry

#nervous #started #thought #would

Dont be sorry for loving someone ↗

— S.C. Stephens

#love

Riches take wings, comforts vanish, hope withers away,but love stays with us. Love is God. ↗

— Lew Wallace

#insperational-thoughts #love #love

And what does she mean by love, anyway? People use that word and mean all sorts of things by it. ↗

— Jude Morgan

#thoughtful #love

Този свят е като заснежена планина, където кънти ехото на гласа ти. Каквото и да кажеш, и добро, и зло, то ще се върне пак при теб. Затова, в случай, че някой ти мисли злото, само ще усложниш положението, ако тръгнеш да злословиш за него. Ще влезеш в омагьосания кръг на мъстта. Ето защо четирийсет дни и четирийсет нощи говори и си мисли за този човек хубави неща. В края на четирийсетте дни всичко ще бъде различно, защото дълбоко в себе си ти ще бъдеш друг. ↗

— Elif Shafak

#life #living #life

I bought a selection of short, romantic fiction novels, studied them, decided that I had found a formula and then wrote a book that I figured was the perfect story. Thank goodness it was rejected. ↗

— Louise Brown

#bought #decided #fiction #figured #formula

And again there are no words. Words exist that can, used by a poet, achieve a dim monochrome of the body's love, but beyond that they fail clumsily. My love flowed out to her, hers back to me. Mine stroked and soothed. Hers caressed. The distance - and the difference - between us dwindled and vanished. We could meet, mingle, and blend. Neither one of us existed any more; for a time there was a single being that was both. There was escape from the solitary cell; a brief symbiosis, sharing all the word ... ↗

— John Wyndham

#thought-shapes #love

You hated what we had done, and it had meant so much to me. I hated you after that. ↗

— S.C. Stephens

#love #thoughtless #love