#weeping

But Ship Who Sang remains my favorite story. I really rocked folks with that and still cannot read it aloud myself without weeping at the end. ↗

— Anne McCaffrey

#cannot #end #favorite #folks #i

The secret to it all is just to enjoy what you're doing. This is not working at the coal face, this is not sweeping behind a restaurant. It's work, but it's not work. It gives me a different type of energy. I'm grateful for that. ↗

— LL Cool J

#coal #different #doing #energy #enjoy

However, the thought hit me that this was a pretty pathetic way to kick the bucket - being accidentally poisoned during a photo shoot, of all things - and I started weeping at the idiocy of it all. ↗

— Lara St. John

#all things #being #bucket #during #hit

I just wanted to do this all Australian film and we didn't want to give creative control to overseas 'cause whoever comes on my sets, whether you're sweeping the floor or an actor, it doesn't matter who comes up with the ideas, it's a collaboration. ↗

— Yahoo Serious

#australian #australian film #cause #collaboration #comes

The weeping of an heir is laughter in disguise. ↗

— Publilius Syrus

#heir #laughter #weeping

Cats are like walking brooms you can actually comfortably cuddle with.
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— Jarod Kintz

#cat #cats #clean #floor #funny

People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect. But actually - from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey wimey stuff. ↗

— Steven Moffat

#doctor-who #humor #inspirational #the-doctor #time-travel

A week of sweeping fogs has passed over and given me a strange sense of exile and desolation. I walk round the island nearly every day, yet I can see nothing anywhere but a mass of wet rock, a strip of surf, and then a tumult of waves. ↗

— John Millington Synge

#day #desolation #every #every day #exile

Love is sweeping the country. ↗

— Ira Gershwin

#love #love is #sweeping

I am never at my best in the early morning, especially a cold morning in the Yorkshire spring with a piercing March wind sweeping down from the fells, finding its way inside my clothing, nipping at my nose and ears. ↗

— James Herriot

#best #clothing #cold #down #early