#wondering

Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went. ↗

— John Updike

#american life #consists #driving #hell #home

I have never been bored an hour in my life. I get up every morning wondering what new strange glamorous thing is going to happen and it happens at fairly regular intervals. ↗

— William Allen White

#bored #every #fairly #get #glamorous

I am a conservative type of person, so sometimes when I'm chilling with myself, people always come ask me, 'What's wrong with you? What are you wondering about?' ↗

— Wayne Wonder

#always #am #ask #chilling #come

I don't spend time wondering what might be next; I just focus on trying to savor every day. ↗

— Trisha Yearwood

#every #every day #focus #i #just

In a society that is essentially designed to organize, direct, and gratify mass impulses, what is there to minister to the silent zones of man as an individual? Religion? Art? Nature? No, the church has turned religion into standardized public spectacle, and the museum has done the same for art. The Grand Canyon and Niagara Falls have been looked at so much that they've become effete, sucked empty by too many stupid eyes. What is there to minister to the silent zones of man as an individual? How about a cold chicken bone on a paper plate at midnight, how about a lurid lipstick lengthening or shortening at your command, how about a Styrofoam nest abandoned by a 'bird' you've never known, how about a pair of windshield wipers pursuing one another futilely while you drive home alone through a downpour, how about something beneath a seat touched by your shoe at the movies, how about worn pencils, cute forks, fat little radios, boxes of bow ties, and bubbles on the side of a bathtub? Yes, these are the things, these kite strings and olive oil cans and Valentine hearts stuffed with nougat, that form the bond between the autistic vision and the experiential world, it is to show these things in their true mysterious light that is the purpose of the moon. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#art

After hundreds of auditions and nothing, you're sitting home and wondering, 'What am I doing?' ↗

— Demi Lovato

#am #auditions #doing #home #hundreds

When I was in college, I was debating to try my hand at show business, or to become a professor. I just thought of the risk of not going into show business and always wondering if I would've had a chance. Because that's where my real heart was. ↗

— Steve Martin

#because #become #business #chance #college

Does defending liberalism leave you friendless and perhaps wondering about your breath? ↗

— Phil Ochs

#breath #defending #does #friendless #leave

I received the most fantastic welcome to the Broadway Theatre community. I walked on stage to tremendous applause and a long standing ovation, wondering when I was ever going to be able to say my first line! ↗

— Elaine Paige

#applause #broadway #community #ever #fantastic

I keep wondering how to explain the experience of child abuse from the inside. I'm going to try to explain what my world was like when I was sexually abused. The thing you have to remember is that this was the thinking of a child. ↗

— Robin Quivers

#child #child abuse #experience #explain #going