#tory

But how could you live and have no story to tell? ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#story #life

Inventory: "Four be the things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe. Four be the things I'd been better without: Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt. Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content, and sufficient champagne. Three be the things I shall have till I die: Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

#contentment #curiosity #doubt #envy #foes

Oblige me by taking away that knife. I can't look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history. ↗

— James Joyce

#death #history #knives #murder #rome

Man's naked form belongs to no particular moment in history; it is eternal, and can be looked upon with joy by the people of all ages. ↗

— Auguste Rodin

#belongs #by the people #eternal #form #history

I swear if that's a pair of demon horns digging into my belly and stabbing me right now, Ash, I'm going to beat you after it's born." 'Cause face it, horns on the head didn't come from my side of the family or genetic code. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#tory #family

Before I can say I am, I was. Heraclitus and I, prophets of flux, know that the flux is composed of parts that imitate and repeat each other. Am or was, I am cumulative, too. I am everything I ever was, whatever you and Leah may think. I am much of what my parents and especially my grandparents were -- inherited stature, coloring, brains, bones (that part unfortunate), plus transmitted prejudices, culture, scruples, likings, moralities, and moral errors that I defend as if they were personal and not familial. ↗

— Wallace Stegner

#family #heritage #identity #morality #past

The history of your world is filled with the voice of the victor, the voice of power, although it was not always a voice of sanity, by any means. ↗

— Barbara Marciniak

#power #sanity #victor #family

History is always changing. ↗

— Aung San Suu Kyi

#changing #history

Neither the cat nor I missed you while you were gone. It's worse than that. We danced the visitor-gone dance, flinging our feet (and paws) with particular glee. You remember the dance - the one you do after shutting the door behind a difficult visitor (like a family member)? You hold your breath for 120 seconds then deadbolt the door, race to the bed, leap on to it and jump, twirl, bell-kick and prance, singing all the while, "she's go-onnne, she's gooo-oonne. ↗

— Melissa Checker

#jack #short #story #family

It doesn't matter what story we're telling, we're telling the story of family. ↗

— Erica Lorraine Scheidt

#story #family