#play

There is no worse sound in the world than someone who cannot play the violin but insists on doing so anyway. ↗

— Lemony Snicket

#play

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#feet #wind #play

I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend ... if you have one." — George Bernard Shaw, playwright (to Winston Churchill) "Cannot possibly attend first night; will attend second, if there is one." — Churchill's response ↗

— George Bernard Shaw

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Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them. Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it. ↗

— Rabindranath Tagore

#fearlessness #pain #perseverance #play

Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game. ↗

— Hilary Duff

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Wo wei ni xie de,” he said, as he raised the violin to his left shoulder, tucking it under his chin. He had told her many violinists used a shoulder rest, but he did not: there was a slight mark on the side of his throat, like a permanent bruise, where the violin rested. “You — made something for me?” Tessa asked. “I wrote something for you,” he corrected, with a smile, and began to play. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #play

How come we play war and not peace?" "Too few role models. ↗

— Bill Watterson

#play #war #play

All of us are taking the night off," Wrath said abruptly. "We need some regroup time." Rhage snorted from across the table. "You're not going to make us play Monopoly again, are you?" Yup." A collective groan rose up from the Brotherhood, one that Wrath ignored. "Right after dinner. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#rhage #wrath #play

I will not play at tug o' war. I'd rather play at hug o' war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles And rolls on the rug, Where everyone kisses, And everyone grins, And everyone cuddles, And everyone wins. ↗

— Shel Silverstein

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He glared accusingly at her while he made short work of his clothes. "You didn't wake me up." She rolled her eyes as she speared a piece of sausage with her fork. "I did wake you up. Three times in fact. Each time you threw something at me and went back to sleep." Jason gaped at her. "And you gave up? You know our routine, woman. You have to keep at it until I'm forced to get off the bed to find something to throw at you. ↗

— R.L. Mathewson

#jason #playing-for-keeps #rl-mathewson #fact