#pets

You can't be sad when Daisy is around, she won't let you. ↗

— Maryam Faresh

#cats #daisy #deafblind #dogs #inspirational-quotes

Don't judge a cat by its coat. ↗

— Magdalena VandenBerg

#cats #humor-inspirational #inspirational #pets #inspirational

The attitude we have towards our personal pets as opposed to the animals that suffer under the factory farm is hypocritical and delusional. ↗

— James Cromwell

#delusional #factory #farm #hypocritical #opposed

I hate a word like "pets": it sounds so much Like something with no living of its own. ↗

— Elizabeth Jennings

#i #like #living #much #own

Some hypocrites and seeming mortified men, that held down their heads, were like the little images that they place in the very bowing of the vaults of churches, that look as if they held up the church, but are but puppets. ↗

— William Laud

#church #churches #down #heads #held

I've never had anyone put on a puppet show to convince me of anything. And I've done a lot of stuff. I don't know that I would put the puppets on when I was pitching a show. This was the head of the studio putting a puppet show on. And I'll tell you, he wasn't bad. ↗

— Garry Shandling

#anything #bad #convince #done #had

I want the white one ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#fish #love #pets #love

If it weren't for greed, intolerance, hate, passion and murder, you would have no works of art, no great buildings, no medical science, no Mozart, no Van Gough, no Muppets and no Louis Armstrong. ↗

— Jasper Fforde

#buildings #greed #hate #humor #intolerance

You know what I like most about people? Pets.
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— Jarod Kintz

#funny #humor #misanthrope #people #pet

There is a pain you can’t think your way out of. You can’t talk it away. If there was someone to talk to. You can walk. One foot the other foot. Breathe in breathe out. Drink from the stream. Piss. Eat the venison strips. And. You can’t metabolize the loss. It is in the cells of your face, your chest, behind the eyes, in the twists of the gut. Muscles, sinew, bone. It is all of you. When you walk you propel it forward. When you let the sled and sit on a fallen log and. You imagine him curling in the one patch of sun maybe lying over your feet. Then it sits with you, the Pain puts its arm over your shoulders. It is your closest friend. Steadfast. And at night you can’t bear to hear your own breath unaccompanied by another and underneath the big stillness like a score is the roaring of the cataract of everything being and being torn away. Then. The Pain is lying beside your side, close. Does not bother you with sound even of breathing. ↗

— Peter Heller

#grief #pain #pets #beauty