#utters

I don't have a bad relationship. I'm 48 years old. I think life is too short for that. To me, life is... you open the shutters, you see the dogs outside, you look left, you look right, in, what, a second and a half? And that's a life. ↗

— Jean Claude Van Damme

#dogs #half #i #i think #left

We are not going to die." Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. "We're not?" No. And do you know why?" He shook his head. "Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#humor #motivation #optimism #thomas-raith #waldo-butters

Opening day. All you have to do is say the words and you feel the shutters thrown wide, the room air out, the light pour in. In baseball, no other day is so pure with possibility. No scores yet, no losses, no blame or disappointment. No hangover, at least until the game's over. ↗

— Mary Schmich

#baseball #blame #day #disappointment #feel

I like the light that comes off metal shutters at siesta time in the summer, having a break from driving in the shops at motorway services, the odour of petrol at petrol stations, rolling down little slopes. I hate it when you tread in a puddle and the water soaks your socks. ↗

— Audrey Tautou

#comes #down #driving #hate #having

The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind. ↗

— May Sarton

#comes #mind #minute #opposite #utters

The oyster was an animal worthy of New Orleans, as mysterious and private and beautiful as the city itself. If one could accept that oysters build their houses out of their lives, one could imagine the same of New Orleans, whose houses were similarly and resolutely shuttered against an outside world that could never be trusted to show proper sensitivity toward the oozing delicacies within. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#new-orleans #oysters #shutters #beauty

Sullen monosyllabism, a sure sign of sleep deprivation. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#humor #waldo-butters #death

So they all went away from the little log house. The shutters were over the windows, so the little house could not see them go. It stayed there inside the log fence, behind the two big oak trees that in the summertime had made green roofs for Mary and Laura to play under. ↗

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

#behind #big #could #fence #go

A man calumniated is doubly injured - first by him who utters the calumny, and then by him who believes it. ↗

— Herodotus

#calumny #doubly #first #him #injured

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another. ↗

— Homer

#gates #hateful #heart #hell #hiding