#terri

What a terrible dream I had a few days ago. [...] To the knives and forks clung the tears of enemies I destroyed, and the glasses sang with the sighs of many poor people, but the tear-stains only made me want to laugh, while the hopeless sighs sounded to me like music. I needed banquet music and had it. ↗

— Robert Walser

#dreams

Even for the very clever it can be like breaking bones to stand back from something that’s been in front of you all your life. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#bosco #break #cale #clever #even

What makes you a real girl or boy is that no one laughs at you. If you are imitation or unreal, the rules give you a right to exist provided you do what the real ones or brutes say. What makes you into me or Charles Morgan is that the rules allow all the girls to be better than me and all the boys better than Charles Morgan. ↗

— Diana Wynne Jones

#childhood-is-terrible #bullying

The human spy, in terms of the American espionage effort, had never been terribly pertinent. ↗

— Aldrich Ames

#been #effort #espionage #had #human

People assume that all artists make for terrible business people, but I'm in complete charge of my own career. ↗

— Tori Amos

#assume #business #business people #career #charge

I thought Nixon was getting ganged up on, but when I heard the tapes, I was shocked and terribly saddened. ↗

— Walter Annenberg

#heard #i #nixon #saddened #shocked

A myth is the name of a terrible lie told by a smelly little brown person to a man in a white suit with a pair of binoculars. ↗

— David Antin

#brown #lie #little #man #myth

A mother becomes a true grandmother the day she stops noticing the terrible things her children do because she is so enchanted with the wonderful things her grandchildren do. ↗

— Lois Wyse

#becomes #children #day #enchanted #grandchildren

Not sure how I felt about Antonio and Echo, I linked my fingers with hers. Antonio cocked a surprised eyebrow. Damn straight, bro. I just marked my territory. ↗

— Katie McGarry

#echo-emerson #katie-mcgarry #love #noah-and-echo #noah-hutchins

But she never thought about the way Terrible looked, at least not that way. He hadn’t been ugly to her for months; he’d gone from just being a face she was familiar with to being a face she loved to look at, a face that made her….happy. Who gave a shit what anyone else saw when they looked at him, when they saw the crooked, many times broken nose, or the scars, or the jutting brow or thick jaw and heavy muttonchops? She knew what she saw, and that was all that mattered. Knew what was behind those hard dark eyes, and wanted it more than anything. ↗

— Stacia Kane

#terrible #love