#ss

People forget the punk thing was really good for women. It motivated them to pick up a guitar rather than be a chanteuse. It allowed us to be aggressive. ↗

— Siouxsie Sioux

#allowed #forget #good #guitar #motivated

I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept my skin seeking his skin over and over again in the sad dance we did. ↗

— Lisa Unger

#change

What time do you need to be at work tomorrow, Hon?' Lexi asks. Well, Ruby's back, so nine o'clock.' What does Ruby being back have to do with anything?' She's the human stopwatch, remember? Marriage doesn't change everything. ↗

— Erynn Mangum

#lauren-holbrook #miss-match #rematch #change

Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either master the devil or throw him out With wondrous potency. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#priorities #self-control #self-improvement #uprightness #change

The West remains obsessed by the caste system. ↗

— Francois Gautier

#obsessed #remains #system #west

And what's the point of changing when I'm happy as I am? ↗

— Paul McCartney

#life #wisdom #change

There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, Dim being really dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar making up rassoodocks what to do with the evening, a flip dark chill winter bastard though dry. The Korova Milkbar was a milk-plus mesto, and you may, O my brothers, have forgotten what these mestos were like, things changing so skorry these days, and everybody very quick to forget, newspapers not being read much neither. ↗

— Anthony Burgess

#anthony-burgess #change

I think that's what finally stopped me. I slid right to the edge. My legs were hanging over. And I could feel it too. I don't know how. There was no wind, no sound, no change of temperature. There was just this terrible emptiness reaching up for me. ↗

— Mark Z. Danielewski

#emptiness #change

How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life. ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

#tennyson #ulysses #change

It’s okay. I’m—” “Fine?” Joseph chimed in. “Obviously not. You need to be checked out by a doctor.” “I am a doctor.” I rolled my eyes at him, but that didn’t deter him from his train of thought. “Not that kind of doctor.” “What is ‘that kind of doctor’ going to say when they see my shimmering pink blood, Joseph?” I changed my voice to mimic one of a concerned doctor. “I’m sorry ma’am, you appear to be suffering from a mild case of Pretty Pretty Princess syndrome. Have you ingested any magical woodland faeries recently? ↗

— Laura Kreitzer

#faeries #fantasy #humor #soul-stalker #timeless-series-fiction