#too

Cartooning is preaching. And I think we have a right to do some preaching. I hate shallow humor. I hate shallow religious humor, I hate shallow sports humor, I hate shallowness of any kind. ↗

— Charles M. Schulz

#cartoons #humor #preaching #shallow #shallowness

We had so much to say to each other, like we’d been quiet our whole lives until we met. It was as if I had underestimated how hungry I was for a companion, how much I needed to be understood, to be pursued, to be seen and to be reflected in someone’s eyes. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#first-love #love #pursued #romance #understood

Think it is just a matter of... well look how long it took Shawn Colvin to reach the level that she has. Believe me, that girl has done everything except stand behind the cash register at Tower and take the money. ↗

— Christine Lavin

#believe #cash #cash register #done #everything

The best thing about being a cartoonist is to walk into a bar or someone's apartment and they don't know you, but they've taped one of your pieces up. ↗

— Ted Rall

#apartment #bar #being #best #cartoonist

We are each other's seventh largest trading partner, we are the fifth largest investor there and likewise, we have a lot of exchanges between political leaders, businessmen, tourists and school children too. ↗

— Sellapan Ramanathan

#businessmen #children #each #exchanges #fifth

I don't think that people should wear dresses two sizes too small. I just think that sexiness is better left to the imagination. It's just more tasteful. ↗

— Rachel Zoe

#dresses #i #imagination #just #left

Too bad that all the people who know how to run the country are busy driving taxicabs and cutting hair. ↗

— George Burns

#busy #country #cutting #driving #hair

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. ↗

— T. S. Eliot

#before #communicate #genuine #understood

And then the queen wept with all her heart. Not for the cruel and greedy man who had warred and killed and savaged everywhere he could. But for the boy who had somehow turned into that man, the boy whose gentle hand had comforted her childhood hurts, the boy whose frightened voice had cried out to her at the end of his life, as if he wondered why he had gotten lost inside himself, as if he realized that it was too, too late to get out again. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#death #greed #grief #growing-up #lost

The world is simple, I think, in its essence. Life, death, love, hate. Desire, fulfillment. Magic. ↗

— Juliet Marillier

#death