#sk

The Skeleton Chattering finch and water-fly Are not merrier than I; Here among the flowers I lie Laughing everlastingly. No: I may not tell the best; Surely, friends, I might have guessed Death was but the good King's jest, It was hid so carefully. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#hope #laughter #skeleton #death

He's very concealed, Polanski. We became very close friends, but I don't think I ever saw him drop his guard. I didn't see him upset or anything like that, we just did the work. ↗

— Ronald Harwood

#became #close #close friends #concealed #did

I won't quit skating until I am physically unable. ↗

— Tony Hawk

#i #i am #physically #quit #skating

I love snowboarding, but I would never want to do it competitively or at a professional level. Snowboarding is a spawn of skating, and skating is my passion. ↗

— Tony Hawk

#i #i love #level #love #never

Snowboarding is a spawn of skating, and skating is my passion. ↗

— Tony Hawk

#skating #snowboarding #spawn

My relationship to reality has been so utterly skewed for so long that I don't even notice it any more. It's just my reality. ↗

— Ethan Hawke

#been #even #i #just #long

Whatever the difference between brilliant and average brains, we are all creative. And through practice and study we can enhance our skills and talents. ↗

— Jeff Hawkins

#between #brains #brilliant #creative #difference

What a night it was! The jagged masses of heavy dark cloud were rolling at intervals from horizon to horizon, and thin white wreaths covered the stars. Through all the rush of the cloud river the moon swam, breasting the waves and disappearing again in the darkness. I walked up and down, drinking in the beauty of the quiet earth and the changing sky. The night was absolutely silent. Nothing seemed to be abroad. There was no scurrying of rabbits, or twitter of the half-asleep birds. And though the clouds went sailing across the sky, the wind that drove them never came low enough to rustle the dead leaves in the woodland paths. Across the meadows I could see the church tower standing out black and grey against the sky. ("Man Size In Marble") ↗

— E. Nesbit

#night #sky #wind #beauty

If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act. ↗

— A. E. Housman

#bristles #ceases #into #line #memory

I have a very close friendship with the skaters. ↗

— Eric Heiden

#friendship #i #skaters #very