#rob

Anyhow, a philosophical turn of thought now was not amiss, else one's patience would have given out almost at the harbour entrance. The term of her probation was eight days. ↗

— Joshua Slocum

#amiss #anyhow #days #eight #else

Well, my son really loves wildlife. And everytime he draws a polar bear I want to tell him there probably won't any by the time... he's my age. That's kinda hard to deal with. ↗

— Thom Yorke

#any #bear #by the time #deal #draws

In everybody’s life there’s a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can’t go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That’s how we survive. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#life-lessons #point-of-no-return #problems #struggles #life

He who tampers with the currency robs labor of its bread. ↗

— Daniel Webster

#currency #labor #robs #who

Soloing was pretty easy for me because it was probably the first thing I've ever done. ↗

— Angus Young

#done #easy #ever #first #first thing

That's one of our biggest problems, it's always somebody else's fault instead of our own fault. ↗

— Don Young

#biggest #biggest problems #else #fault #instead

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. ↗

— Robert Frost

#the-road-not-taken #age

If you've got to my age, you've probably had your heart broken many times. So it's not that difficult to unpack a bit of grief from some little corner of your heart and cry over it. ↗

— Emma Thompson

#age #bit #broken #corner #cry

There aren't any rules to running away from your problems. No checklist of things to cross off. No instructions. Eeny, meeny, pick a path and go. That's how my dad does it anyway because apparently there's no age limit to running away, either. He wakes up one day, packs the car with everything we own, and we hit the road. Watch all the pretty colors go by until he finds a town harmless enough to hide in. But his problems always find us. Sometimes quicker than others. Sometimes one month and sometimes six. There's no rule when it comes to that, either. Not about how long it takes for the problems to catch up with us. Just that they will—that much is a given. And then it's time to run again to a new town, a new home, and a new school for me. But if there aren't any rules, I wonder why it feels the same every time. Feels like I leave behind a little bit of who I was in each house we've left empty. Scattering pieces of me in towns all over the place. A trail of crumbs dotting the map from everywhere we've left to everywhere we go. And they don't make any pictures when I connect dots. They are random like the stars littering the sky at night. ↗

— Brian James

#problems #rules #running-away #age

One foot in front of the other, wasn't that the grownup way of solving problems? Surely he ought to be a grownup at his age. ↗

— Lois McMaster Bujold

#age