#ton

It's barely changed since the faceless colour committee originally selected it in 1908 when the first map of the Underground was designed and the Bakerloo conclusively became brown, a very early twentieth-century brown, which brings something of the nineteenth century with it - the colour of Sherlock Holmes's pipe, a Gladstone bag, a grandfather clock. ↗

— Paul Morley

#brown #gladstone-bag #london-underground #sherlock-holmes #change

Like the classic it has become, the Farewell Address has demonstrated the capacity to assume different shapes in different eras, to change color, if you will, in varying shades of light. ↗

— Joseph J. Ellis

#interpretation #change

It is the first changes among familiar things that make such a mystery of time to the young, afterwards we lose the sense of the mysterious. ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#helstone #change

In the end, what I felt didn't matter if it made them suffer. They didn't see me in that way. I knew it from the start but still I chased that fading hope. They was in love with another and I couldn't change that. Their friendship, their companionship, their trust it is more than I deserve, more than I could hope for. I guess I was arrogant back then to think I could make them mine. You know, I did see an angel that night while I lay exhausted in the rain, I saw them. Now that I look back at it, I came to realize that, yes, they was an angel but they wasn't my angel. ↗

— Chris Thach

#friendship #heartbreak #platonic #romance #unrequited-love

He who whets his steel, whets his courage ↗

— Steven Pressfield

#military #courage

As I waited, I flicked through a magazine in a futile bid to look occupied. It had the next month's date on the cover and I remembered you laughing at time-traveling fashion mags, saying the date on the cover should alert people to their absurdity inside. ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#sister #dating

Before I die, I want to change my name to "Here," so that my tombstone could simply read, "Here lies." And then people who knew me could walk by, shake their head, and say, "Ain't that the truth. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#die #funny #tombstone #truth #change

My love, do you recall the object which we saw, That fair, sweet, summer morn! At a turn in the path a foul carcass On a gravel strewn bed, Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman, Burning and dripping with poisons, Displayed in a shameless, nonchalant way Its belly, swollen with gases. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#poison #wantonness #woman #death

So many people never pause long enough to make up their minds about basic issues of life and death. It's quite possible to go through your whole life, making the mechanical motions of living, adopting as your own sets of ideas you've come to any conslusion for yourself as to what life is all about. ↗

— Catherine Marshall

#catherine-marshall #christy #christy-huddleston #death

With painstaking rumination, the tips of his fingers grazed over my neck, a deafening silence. I didn't move as his hand paused at the base of my throat. He listened to the arrhythmic beating of my heart, my pulse thumping beneath his fingers. He kissed me along my neckline and throat. I almost burst apart from the longing. My blood burned for him. ↗

— Rae Hachton

#death-and-dying #ellie-piper #gothic-fantasy #gothic-romance #lovers