#pig

Me? I was lost for long time. I didn’t make any friends for few years. You can say I made friends with two trees, two big trees in the middle of the school […]. I spent all my free time up in those trees. Everyone called me Tree Boy for the longest time. […]. I preferred trees to people. After that I preferred pigeons, but it was trees first. ↗

— Rabih Alameddine

#pigeons #trees #friendship

One thing I often get carried away with is piggyback rides.
 ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny #humor #piggyback #piggyback-rides #funny

Somewhere in the world there is an epigram for every dilemma. ↗

— Hendrik Willem Van Loon

#epigram #every #somewhere #world

I prefer a huge tome to a sharp epigram: only blunt words can hurt dull people ↗

— Bauvard

#epigrams #funny #humor #funny

The only good thing to do with good advice is pass it on; it is never of any use to oneself. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#epigram #humor #humor

Oh, Eeyore, you are wet!” said Piglet, feeling him. Eeyore shook himself, and asked somebody to explain to Piglet what happened when you had been inside a river for quite a long time. ↗

— A.A. Milne

#humor #piglet #river #wet #humor

This little piggy went to Hades This little piggy stayed home This little piggy ate raw and steaming human flesh This little piggy violated virgins And this little piggy clambered over a heap of dead bodies to get to the top ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#hades #humor #nursery-rhymes #piggy #pigs

What difference does it makehow old I am when I shall never grow any bigger? ↗

— Miss Piggle Wiggle

#humor #miss-piggle-wiggle #myself #truth #humor

Once they get their hooks into you, you're a dead pigeon. ↗

— Bud Abbott

#get #hooks #into #once #pigeon

Now these ashes gave grown cold, we open the old book. These oil-stained pages recount the tales of the Fallen, a frayed empire, words without warmth. The hearth has ebbed, its gleam and life's sparks are but memories against dimming eyes - what cast my mind, what hue my thoughts as I open the Book of the Fallen and breathe deep the scent of history? Listen, then, to these words carried on that breath. These tales are the tales of us all, again yet again. We are history relived and that is all, without end that is all. ↗

— Steven Erikson

#life