#rest

Look to the future, because that is where you'll spend the rest of your life. ↗

— George Burns

#future #life #look #rest #spend

What was interesting was talking to older gay men about what it was like being gay in the Eighties. ↗

— Dan Stevens

#being #eighties #gay #interesting #like

My dear, my dearest dust; I come, I come. ↗

— Diane Zahler

#dust #love #love

I'm a woman; in so many ways I've been programmed to please. I took the job and spent time hunkered over figures, budgets, charts, and fiscal-year projections. I tried, but I hated it. "Working at a job you don't like is the same as going to prison every day," my father used to say. He was right. I felt imprisoned by an impressive title, travel, perks, and a good salary. On the inside, I was miserable and lonely, and I felt as if I was losing myself. I spent weekends working on reports no one read, and I gave presentations that I didn't care about. It made me feel like a sellout and, worse, a fraud. Now set free, like any inmate I had to figure out what to do with the rest of my life. ↗

— Kathleen Flinn

#rest-of-my-life #women #work #life

Men seek rest in a struggle against difficulties; and when they have conquered these, rest becomes insufferable. ↗

— Blaise Pascal

#rest #men

I have never seen a wrestling match or prize fight, and I don't want to. When I find out a man is interested in these sports, I drop him. ↗

— Hedy Lamarr

#men #wrestling #men

To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose. People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them. To hell with them! ↗

— Louis-Ferdinand Celine

#deserve #die #front #going #hell

In die Natur hineingehen und in dieser Natur ein- und ausatmen und in dieser Natur nichts als tatsächlich und für immer Zuhause zu sein, das empfände er als das höchste Glück. In den Wald gehen, tief in den Wald hinein, sagte der Burgschauspieler, sich gänzlich dem Wald überlassen, das ist es immer gewesen, der Gedanke, nichts anderes, als selbst Natur zu sein. ↗

— Thomas Bernhard

#nature #nature

A small brazier glowed near the monk's left hand. On a lecturn before him lay pots of paints, brushes, a quill, a pen, a knife, a sizeable handbell, the tooth of some animal--and a piece of parchment. It was the parchment that commanded the room. Until he saw it Len didn't realize how starved he had been of colour. Villagers dressed in various shades of brown and beige, like their furniture and fields and now, here, was an irruption of the rainbow, as if a charm of goldfinches had landed on the manuscript and been transfixed. ↗

— Diana Norman

#interesting #medieval-life #the-importance-of-art #art

You're dead," I repeated. "So why are you in my dream?" He raised the bill of his olive drab ball cap with one finger. " Good question. Morbid, isn't it?" "What?" "Dreaming about dead peolpe. Creepy. You ever see a therapist about that?" "I'm not -" Even in dreams, I couldn't win an argument. Even when he was dead. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#firestorm #joanne #jonathan #dreams