#tru

If I can't trust your word, I can't trust you. ↗

— Osayi Osar-Emokpae

#trust #word #friendship

Could it have been anyone, or was it destiny? When I'm considering this I find it helpful to quote the wisdom of my father, who once told me, "Who knows why the fuck anything happens? ↗

— Ben Aaronovitch

#peter-grant #truth #humor

Any fool can write a book and most of them are doing it; but it takes brains to build a house. ↗

— Charles F. Lummis

#humor #writing #humor

What difference does it makehow old I am when I shall never grow any bigger? ↗

— Miss Piggle Wiggle

#humor #miss-piggle-wiggle #myself #truth #humor

Writing is hard. Not as hard as not writing. Not writing is torturous, bloody, chaotic and a gruesome winless battle. A writer who writes, knows peace, lives connected to truth. Not writing is ache, betrayal, death of the soul and imagination. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#betrayal #death #imagination #jamie-weise #love

1492. As children we were taught to memorize this year with pride and joy as the year people began living full and imaginative lives on the continent of North America. Actually, people had been living full and imaginative lives on the continent of North America for hundreds of years before that. 1492 was simply the year sea pirates began to rob, cheat, and kill them. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#truth #humor

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination. ↗

— John Keats

#love #truth #imagination

Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will ↗

— John Green

#love #margo-roth-spiegelman #truth #imagination

Truth is a matter of the imagination. ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

#truth #imagination

All along — not only since she left, but for a decade before — I had been imagining her without listening, without knowing that she made as a poor a window as I did. And so I could not imagine her as a person who could feel fear, who could feel isolated in a roomful of people, who could be shy about her record collection because it was too personal to share. Someone who might have read travel books to escape having to live in the town that so many people escape to. Someone who — because no one thought she was a person — had no one to really talk to. ↗

— John Green

#imagination