#yin

Father, we come to You, Father, in the name of the Father, Father we come to You, Father, Father, just, just, Father, Father...' You don't talk to you friends like that. 'Ed, Ed, come over, Ed, Ed, Ed, you are, Ed, Ed, Ed, Ed, Ed, Ed, ooh, Ed, Ed, Ed' - he wouldn't be your friend anymore if you did that! Like, 'You keep saying Ed...my name's Joe! ↗

— Tim Hawkins

#humor #praying #humor

Some girls get swept up in the lifestyle-clubbing and partying with celebrities. You can't live your life like that, though. It's fake. ↗

— Gemma Ward

#celebrity #clubbing #fake #girls #life

Every quote is like a Picasso. The meaning is different for each person and half the admirers miss the true intent and twisted humor of it all. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#sayings #humor

If you wish to serve me, as you have bloodsworn yourself to do, you must do so with honor. And that does not include introducing yourself by name to people like my mother in order to terrify them into submission.” "Kem'falla—" Gaelen protested. "Don't bother to deny it," she snapped. ↗

— C.L. Wilson

#humor #terrifying #humor

Fortunately, I got called down to NASA for an interview. And one thing led to the next, and one day I got that call. I've been here about seven years now and am really enjoying it. ↗

— Michael P. Anderson

#am #been #call #called #day

The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#belief #fantasy #flying #imagination #kensington-gardens

Romantic literature is in effect imaginative lying. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#humor #literature #lying #romance #humor

Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the dust of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#dying #ernest-hemingway #for-whom-the-bell-tolls #life #living

We assume that all statements must be mild inversions of the truth, because it's too weird to imagine people who aren't casually lying, pretty much all the time. ↗

— Chuck Klosterman

#lying #imagination

The harassed look is that of a desperately tired swimmer or runner; yet there is no question of stopping. The creature we are watching will struggle on and on until it drops. Not because it is heroic. It can imagine no alternative. Staring and staring into the mirror, it sees many faces within its face - the face of the child, the boy, the young man, the not-so-young-man - all present still, preserved as fossils, dead. Their message to this live dying creature is: Look at us - we have died -what is there to be afraid of? It answers them: But it happened so gradually, so easily. I am afraid of being rushed. ↗

— Christopher Isherwood

#living #imagination