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Instead of sailing off into the sunset, he hopes to sail into the next century. ↗


— Dave Anderson


#hopes #instead #into #next #off

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death. ↗


— William C. Bryant


#death #draws #grow #meek #near

Everyone buckled in?" Sasha snorted, then gaped as he realized Jess wasn't joking about it. "Really?" Is there anyone here one hundred percent human? No. I think dying from an unbuckled belt is the least of our concerns right now." "And I don't put it in drive until everyone's secure. That means you, wolfboy." Sasha's exasperated expression was priceless. "Unfrakkin'-believable. I'm in hell. With a lunatic. Might as well have stayed with Zarek. Next thing you know, you'll be drowning pancakes in syrup, too." He made a grand showing of buckling himself in. "Hope you get fleas" he mumbled under his breath. "Thank you." Jess pulled out of the garage. She pressed her lips together to keep from laughing at them. No doubt they'd take turns beating on her if she did. Curling his lip, Sasha sarcastically mocked his words in silence. "By the way, cowboy, you do know that if we were to wreck, I can teleport out of this thing right?" "Is Scooby still bitching?" Jess asked Choo Co La Tah. "Remind me to check his vet record when we get back. I think he might have distemper or rabies or something. ↗


— Sherrilyn Kenyon


#sasha #sundown #humor

Truth is hard-hearted and unrelenting, too clear, precise; a lie is much more imaginative. ↗


— Dejan Stojanovic


#clear #dejan-stojanovic #hard-hearted #imagination #imaginative

Sunshine Cake is just a fun hobby thing. That's about it. ↗


— Krist Novoselic


#cake #fun #hobby #just #sunshine

The moon went slowly down in loveliness; she departed into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up the sky through which the stars appeared. Soon, however, they too began to pale before a splendour in the east, and the advent of the dawn declared itself in the newborn blue of heaven. Quieter and yet more quiet grew the sea, quiet as the soft mist that brooded on her bosom, and covered up her troubling, as in our tempestuous life the transitory wreaths of sleep brook upon a pain-racked soul, causing it to forget its sorrow. From the east to the west sped those angels of the Dawn, from sea to sea, from mountain-top to mountain-top, scattering light from breast and wing. On they sped out of the darkness, perfect, glorious; on, over the quiet sea, over the low coast-line, and the swamps beyond, and the mountains above them; over those who slept in peace and those who woke in sorrow; over the evil and the good; over the living and the dead; over the wide world and all that breathes or as breathed thereon. ↗


— H. Rider Haggard


#dusk #heavens #horizon #life #mist

Captain's Log... ...Four days have passed with no sign of human life on this island. Hunger is about to push me to the point of... ...Eating pocket lint. It looks edible. ↗


— Ken Akamatsu


#keitaro #kitsune #love #motoko #mutsumi

Dimanchophobia: Fear of Sundays, not in a religious sense but rather, a condition that reflects fear of unstructured time. Also known as acalendrical anxiety. Not to be confused with didominicaphobia, or kyriakephobia, fear of the Lord's Day. Dimanchophobia is a mental condition created by modernism and industrialism. Dimanchophobes particularly dislike the period between Christmas and New Year's, when days of the week lose their significance and time blurs into a perpetual Sunday. Another way of expressing dimanchophobia might be "life in a world without calendars." A popular expression of this condition can be found in the pop song "Every Day is Like Sunday," by Morrissey, in which he describes walking on a beach after a nuclear way, when every day of the week now feels like Sunday. ↗


— Douglas Coupland


#sundays #time #unstructured-time #life

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring. ↗


— Emily Dickinson


#spring #sun #life

There's darkness everywhere. You just can't see it because the sun is such an attention-whore. ↗


— Jason Gann


#life #sun #wilfred #life






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