#tinker

It's very easy to make insects move. Because they do move mechanically without the rippling of flesh as you mentioned. They move more like real tinker toys and you can make models of them quite easily. ↗

— Michael O'Donoghue

#easily #easy #flesh #insects #like

And when people in power can stay in power they do very little to tinker with the apparatus that put them in power. ↗

— DeForest Soaries

#little #people #power #put #stay

Never let an inventor run a company. You can never get him to stop tinkering and bring something to market. ↗

— E. F. Schumacher

#company #get #him #inventor #market

Boy to his dying grampa: "I am a century wide. I think that I have my literal age but am surrounded in a radius of years. I think that these years of days, this near century of years, is a gift from you. ↗

— P. Harding

#age

Why does this faerie follow you everywhere?" he asked. "Do you think she's plotting to murder you in your sleep?" he teased. My wings and the tips of my feet tingled with anger. But then he reached a finger toward me gently, and the anger melted. "Let's name her Tinker Bell," he said, like I was their child. He swooped his hand underneath me. "Hi, little Tink." Hearing him say it thrilled me-a name Peter had invented, just for me. ↗

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

#tiger-lily #tinker-bell #anger

And as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion in your soul means that you are still alive, still human, and still open to the beauty of the world, even though you have done nothing to deserve it. ↗

— Paul Harding

#confusion #death #life #souls #tinkers

Tink was not all bad: or, rather, she was all bad just now, but, on the other hand, sometimes she was all good. Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. They are, however, allowed to change, only it must be a complete change. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#fairy #peter-pan #tinker-bell #tinkerbell #change

When his grandchildren had been little, they had asked if they could hide inside the clock. Now he wanted to gather them and open himself up and hide them among his ribs and faintly ticking heart. ↗

— Paul Harding

#paul-harding #tinkers #family

We're all entitled to our different likes and dislikes. Imagine the world if we all liked the same things. ↗

— Malia Ann Haberman

#chase-tinker #ideas #imagination #magic #thoughts

How can I describe Peter's face, the pieces of him that stick to my heart? Peter sometimes looked aloof and distant; sometimes his face was open and soft as a bruise. Sometimes he looked completely at Tiger Lily, as if she were the point on which all the universe revolved, as if she were the biggest mystery of life, or as if she were a flame and he couldn't not look even though he was scared. And sometimes it would all disappear into carelessness, confidence, amusement, as if he didn't need anyone or anything on this earth to feel happy and alive. ↗

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

#tiger-lily #tinker-bell #life