#sea

Things have their time, even eminence bows to timeliness. ↗

— Balthasar Gracian

#things #art

A scholar must not only be capable of hard, often totally resultless work - he must actually relish it. ↗

— Richard D. Altick

#scholar #art

Chestnuts are my favorite ingredient to use in the fall, especially for the holidays. I always find that they are meaty, hearty and have a mysterious refinement when cooked or roasted over sea salt. ↗

— Geoffrey Zakarian

#chestnuts #cooked #especially #fall #favorite

I'm fighting a long term disease it's called Death and I will have it until I take my last breath ↗

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

#disease #life #reality #death

THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#found #girl #hungry #ireland #lost

After you find out all the things that can go wrong, your life becomes less about living and more about waiting. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#disease #doctors #life #medical-training #medicine

My Dad was so open creatively that I was off in search of black turtleneck bathing suits with long sleeves. ↗

— Moon Unit Zappa

#black #creatively #dad #i #long

We clear the harbor and the wind catches her sails and my beautiful ship leans over ever so gracefully, and her elegant bow cuts cleanly into the increasing chop of the waves. I take a deep breath and my chest expands and my heart starts thumping so strongly I fear the others might see it beat through the cloth of my jacket. I face the wind and my lips peel back from my teeth in a grin of pure joy. ↗

— L.A. Meyer

#sailing #sea #ships #beauty

She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch she'd rush away again. ↗

— Glenda Millard

#close-enough #dancing #rush-away #sea #touch

That's the world out there, little green apples and infectious disease. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#good-and-evil #humanity #infectious-diseases #summary #ugliness