#somewhere

I then realized my appearance was a bit odd. My right leg was no longer with me. It had caught somewhere in the top of the cockpit as I tried to leave my Spitfire. ↗

— Douglas Bader

#bit #caught #cockpit #had #i

When Whitney Houston died, I felt great sadness. My sadness, of course, was about our collective loss - when you listened to this nightingale sing, your body would drop into a chair, your head would tilt up, a small smile would creep across your face, and inside you knew that there was a higher power somewhere: gifted, beautiful, spiritual. ↗

— James Belushi

#across #beautiful #body #chair #collective

We are enmeshed in a lineage that came from somewhere and is going to make way for the next generation. ↗

— Leon Kass

#generation #going #lineage #make #next

One minute you're a developing athlete trying to get to the top, then the next minute you do well and win a medal somewhere, and then it's all foisted on you. You never know when it's going to happen. You don't think about the media side of things when you're a young athlete trying to do well. ↗

— Jessica Ennis

#athlete #developing #get #going #happen

Somewhere it is written that parents who are critical of other people's children and publicly admit they can do better are asking for it. ↗

— Erma Bombeck

#asking #better #children #critical #other

There are all of these people that say, my mommy doesn't love me enough, my daddy doesn't hug me enough. There are some people that would want to coddle them somewhere. I want them to shut up and stop whining. ↗

— Danny Bonaduce

#enough #hug #i #love #love me

I am writing in the garden. To write as one should of a garden one must write not outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden. ↗

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

#garden #i #i am #merely #must

I sometimes read in a gossip column that I was at a party when I was in Europe at the time. It sometimes feels I've got a Doppelganger somewhere. ↗

— Candace Bushnell

#europe #feels #gossip #got #i

It began to occur to me that the whole story of love might be nothing more than a wicked lie; that simply sleeping beside another body night after night gives no express right of entry to the interior world of their thoughts or dreams;that we are separate in the end whatever contrary illusions we may cherish; and that this miserable truth might as well be faced, since it will be dinned into one, like it or not by the failings of those we hold dear. I wasn't so bitter now. I'd begun to emerge into a sense of satisfaction with my not, but it would be a long time before I trusted someone, for I'd seen how essentially unknowable even the best loved might prove to be. ↗

— Olivia Laing

#dreams

Every body about me seem'd happy but every body seem'd in a hurry to be happy somewhere else. ↗

— Hannah Cowley

#be happy #body #else #every #happy