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Agustus asked if I wanted to go with him to Support Group, but I was really tired from my busy day of Having Cancer, so I passed. ↗

— John Green

#business

Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art o social life. ↗

— Letitia Elizabeth Landon

#frozen #great #great art #large #life

We must reject the artificial and embrace what is real and true: truth in food, community, relationships and self. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#awareness #eye-opening #mind-opening #reality-of-life #realization

We need – more urgently than architectural utopias, ingenious traffic disposal systems, or ecological programmes – to comprehend the nature of citizenship, to make serious imaginative assessment of that special relationship between the self and the city; its unique plasticity, its privacy and freedom. ↗

— Jonathan Raban

#citizenship #inspirational #sustainability #architecture

I want to meet a guy named Art. I'd take him to a museum, hang him on the wall, criticize him, and leave. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#bizarre #criticize #funny #humor #meet

If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams. ↗

— Yann Martel

#citizenship #politics #art

Calm your tits, pussycat. ↗

— Ella Dominguez

#erotic #funny-quotes #art

Using your talent, hobby or profession in a way that makes you contribute with something good to this world is truly the way to go. ↗

— Simon Zingerman

#business #creativity #feel-good #good-hearted #goodness

I don't think that people should wear dresses two sizes too small. I just think that sexiness is better left to the imagination. It's just more tasteful. ↗

— Rachel Zoe

#dresses #i #imagination #just #left

As I said, I don’t expect you to understand—” “And I don’t,” he cut in. “Ye ask how I can live a life that I know will end with the hangman’s noose. Well, at least I am alive. Ye might as well have climbed inside yer husband’s coffin and let yerself be buried with his corpse.” Her hand flashed out before she’d thought about it, the smack against his cheek loud in the little courtyard. Silence had her eyes locked with Michael’s, her chest rising and falling swiftly, but she was aware that Bert and Harry had looked up. Even Mary and Lad had paused in their play. Without taking his gaze from hers, Michael reached out and grasped her hand. He raised her hand to his lips and softly kissed the center of her palm. He looked at her, her hand still at his lips. “Don’t take to yer grave afore yer time, Silence, m’love. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#mickey #scandalous-desires #silence #life