#wild

A brick could be dropped on your mother-in-law’s head from the height of 66.6 feet. You know, as a going away present. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket #funny #humor #random #strange

It is a commonplace of all religious thought, even the most primitive, that the man seeking visions and insight must go apart from his fellows and love for a time in the wilderness. ↗

— Loren Eiseley

#vision #wilderness #love

That's what people do when they find a special place that wild and full of life, they trample it to death. ↗

— Carl Hiaasen

#wild #wildlife #death

Every morning I wake up, I feel guilty; every breath of borrowed time is heavy in my chest."-Lo-The Wild Hunt ↗

— Ashley Jeffery

#guilt #remorse #the-wild-hunt #death

Marriage is a matter for common sense." "But women who have common sense are so curiously plain, father, aren't they? Of course I only speak from heresay?" "No woman, plain or pretty, has any common sense at all, sir. Common sense is the privilege of our sex. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#oscar-wilde #marriage

Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky. ↗

— John Muir

#john-muir #nature #wilderness #change

I thought climbing the Devil's Thumb would fix all that was wrong with my life. In the end, of course, it changed almost nothing. But I came to appreciate that mountains make poor receptacles for dreams. ↗

— Jon Krakauer

#climbing #into-the-wild #krakauer #change

A brick could used to translate and transform long cuneiform texts into shorter tweets. Sure, just take the brick and smash the clay tablets, and each broken fragment should be roughly 140 characters. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket-iq-test #brick-and-blanket-responses #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #funny

There was something of the wildwood in the man who came and went illusive as moonlight moving through the branches. ↗

— Janet Lee Carey

#moonlight #wildwood #love

He did not playfully shake him, as was his wont, or murmur soft love curses; but he whispered in his ear.'As you love me, Buck. As you love me,' was what he whispered. --Call of the Wild ↗

— Jack London

#love