#oz

I remember that day in early May after Le Vesconte's and Private Pilkington's brief joint burial service, one of the men suggested that we name the small spur of land where they were buried "Le Vesconte Point," but Captain Crozier vetoed that idea, saying that if we named every place where one of us might end up buried after the dead person there, we'd run out of land before we ran out of names. ↗

— Dan Simmons

#death #francis-rawdon-moira-crozier #death

Even then, she still held a secret passion for Mozart. When he died in 1791, her grief made her provoke the people into starting the French Revolution. Stepping up to the guillotine herself, she ordered the executioner to behead her, thereby committing assisted suicide. ↗

— Yasutaka Tsutsui

#men

He can't get broke so long as he is stuffed with money. ↗

— L. Frank Baum

#the-marvelous-land-of-oz #funny

I haven't always been a patient man...but something tells me you'd be worth the wait. ↗

— Sam Langley

#cozy-mystery #romantic-suspense #women-s-fiction #love

Cream always rises to the top...so do good leaders". ↗

— John Paul Warren

#business #church #leaders #leadership #mlm

If I'm among men who don't agree at all with my nature, I will hardly be able to accommodate myself to them without greatly changing myself. A free man who lives among the ignorant strives as far as he can to avoid their favors. A free man acts honestly, not deceptively. Only free man are genuinely useful to one another and can form true friendships. And it's absolutely permissible, by the highest right of Nature, for everyone to employ clear reason to determine how to live in a way that will allow him to flourish. ↗

— Irvin D. Yalom

#irvin-yalom #spinoza #true-self #change

And I’ll accept everything about you. You don’t have to forget how you loved him before—I’ll still take care of you.” Yokozawa doesn’t quite get the meaning… “I said I’d accept you unconditionally—you don’t have to change at all. ↗

— Miyako Fujisaki

#change

Yes, I want to tell her, and maybe I even do say that, but I am crying because whatever gifts, the pieces of good buried inside and under so much that I feel is bad, is wrong, is twisted, are less clear than the ability to hit a ball with a bat and break the scoreboard or do a triple pirouette in the air on ice. My gifts are for life itself, for an unfortunately astute understanding of all the cruelty and pain in the world. My gifts are unspecific. I am an artist manque, someone full of crazy ideas and grandiloquent needs and even a little bit of happiness, but with no particular way to express it. I am like the title character in the film Betty Blue, the woman who is so full of...so full of...so full of something or other-it is unclear what, but a definite energy that can't find its medium-who pokes her own eyes out with a scissors and is murdered by her lover in an insane asylum in the end. She is, and I am becoming, a complete waste. So I cry at the end of The Natural. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#life

Andy: Andrew Makepeace Ladd, the Third, accepts with pleasure the kind invitation of Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert Channing Gardner for a birthday party in honor of their daughter Melissa on April 19th, 1937 at half past three o'clock. Melissa: Dear Andy: Thank you for the birthday present. I have a lot of Oz books, but not 'The Lost Princess of Oz.' What made you give me that one? Sincerely yours, Melissa. Andy: I'm answering your letter about the book. When you came into second grade with that stuck-up nurse, you looked like a lost princess. Melissa: I don't believe what you wrote. I think my mother told your mother to get that book. I like the pictures more than the words. Now let's stop writing letters. ↗

— A.R. Gurney

#birthday-party #letter-writing #princess #wizard-of-oz #love

Never once in your days will you ever be loved by all ↗

— Aaron Ozee

#aaron-ozee #goodreads #ozee #www-goodreads-com #love