#picnic

Suffering from dysentery at sea was no picnic. ↗

— Pamela Stephenson

#sea #suffering

The other thing is quality of life; if you have a place where you can go and have a picnic with your family, it doesn't matter if it's a recession or not, you can include that in your quality of life. ↗

— Jim Fowler

#go #include #life #matter #other

I suppose I would still prefer to sit under a tree with a picnic basket rather than under a gas pump, but signs and comic strips are interesting as subject matter. ↗

— Roy Lichtenstein

#comic #comic strips #gas #i #interesting

People don't want to go to the dump and have a picnic, they want to go out to a beautiful place and enjoy their day. And so I think our job is to try to take the environment, take what the good Lord has given us, and expand upon it or enhance it, without destroying it. ↗

— Jack Nicklaus

#beautiful place #day #destroying #dump #enhance

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic. ↗

— W. H. Auden

#distant #picnic #sound #thunder

Well, while you were in the bathroom, I sat down at this picnic table here in Bumblefug, Kentucky, and noticed that someone had carved that GOD HATES FAG, which, aside from being a grammatical nightmare, is absolutely ridiculous. So I'm changing it to 'God Hates Baguettes.' It's tough to disagree with that. Everybody hates baguettes. ↗

— John Green

#homophobia #homosexuality #humor #picnic-tables #religion

Webster and I are very aloof. The two of us go and sit there by ourselves. I sit by myself in the corner with my book and the newspaper. He kind of runs around a little bit, and then he goes and sits on top of the picnic table. He never plays with other little dogs. ↗

— Calista Flockhart

#around #bit #book #corner #dogs

Kissing a man with a beard is a lot like going to a picnic. You don't mind going through a little bush to get there! ↗

— Minnie Pearl

#bush #get #going #kissing #like

Soon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake. It was the most beautiful evening, with the lake as blue as a cornflower and the sky flecked with rosy clouds. They held their hard-boiled eggs in one hand and a piece of bread and butter in the other, munching happily. There was a dish of salt for everyone to dip their eggs into. ‘I don’t know why, but the meals we have on picnics always taste so much nicer than the ones we have indoors,’ said George. ↗

— Enid Blyton

#eggs #evening #food #indoors #meals

It's time to float on the waters of the night. Time to wrap my arms around this book and press it to my chest, life preserver in a seat of unremarkable men and women anonymous faces on the street, a hundred thousand unalphabitized things a million forgotten hours. ↗

— Billy Collins

#picnic #life