#wilde

I wasn't prepared to get a mammogram until I was 40 years old, like I'd been told. I never in my wildest dreams expected anything to be wrong. ↗

— Giuliana Rancic

#been #dreams #expected #get #i

As Oscar Wilde should have said, when bad ideas have nowhere else to go, they emigrate to America and become university courses. ↗

— Frederic Raphael

#bad #bad ideas #become #courses #else

When you are facing the wilderness on your own, you have a totally different attitude to someone who works in government or who has a monthly cheque. ↗

— Rick Santelli

#cheque #different #different attitude #facing #government

I find him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#beauty #colours #oscar-wilde #painting #the-picture-of-dorian-gray

Oh, god…” I whimper. “I haven’t done anything yet, baby,” Colton growls. “I know,” I pant. “I was just saying your name. ↗

— Jasinda Wilder

#falling #falling-into-you #funny #haha #hilarious

Dan moans behind me, reminding her of the problem. She straightens in fear at the sound of his voice, peers over my shoulder at the chunk of bloody beef that is Dan Sikorsky. She looks slowly from him to me. “What did you do?” I duck my head, embarrassed. “I sort of lost my temper. ↗

— Jasinda Wilder

#falling #falling-into-you #funny #haha #jasinda-wilder

If we are to have a culture as resilient and competent in the face of necessity as it needs to be, then it must somehow involve within itself a ceremonious generosity toward the wilderness of natural force and instinct. The farm must yield a place to the forest, not as a wood lot, or even as a necessary agricultural principle but as a sacred grove - a place where the Creation is let alone, to serve as instruction, example, refuge; a place for people to go, free of work and presumption, to let themselves alone. (pg. 125, The Body and the Earth) ↗

— Wendell Berry

#nature #refuge #solitude #wilderness #art

My mind may be in gutter, Abigail, but at least I’m looking at an angel! ↗

— Tom Conrad

#beauty #gutter #love #lovers #romance

Inversnaid This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam Flutes and low to the lake falls home. A windpuff-bonnet of fáwn-fróth Turns and twindles over the broth Of a pool so pitchblack, féll-frówning, It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning. Degged with dew, dappled with dew Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through, Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern, And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn. What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet; Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet. ↗

— Gerald Manley Hopkins

#wildness #home

I am the prince of procrastination. It is my besetting sin. I never put off till tomorrow what I can possibly do - the day after ↗

— Gyles Brandreth

#oscar #wilde #death