#antics

Most cynics are really crushed romantics: they've been hurt, they're sensitive, and their cynicism is a shell that's protecting this tiny, dear part in them that's still alive. ↗

— Jeff Bridges

#alive #been #crushed #cynicism #cynics

If we're for one another, we're feminists. The rest is semantics. ↗

— Betty Buckley

#feminists #rest #semantics

Most Beethoven symphonies require 80 or more instruments, and the late romantics even more. ↗

— Neville Marriner

#even #instruments #late #more #most

If people connect me with the Romantics in general, they probably connect me most with Keats. But Wordsworth is the poet I admire above all others. ↗

— Andrew Motion

#admire #connect #general #i #keats

Uncritical semantics is the myth of a museum in which the exhibits are meanings and the words are labels. To switch languages is to change the labels. ↗

— Willard Van Orman Quine

#exhibits #labels #languages #meanings #museum

People are worms, and even the God who created them is immensely bored with their antics. ↗

— Ama Ata Aidoo

#bored #created #even #god #immensely

My fondest memories were watching the Beastie Boys get prepped to come on stage. They had a lot of antics and they play a lot of basketball... then they were giving out cameras to the crowd, and performing from the bleachers. The most important thing I learned was that you control your crowd, not the other way around. ↗

— Talib Kweli

#around #basketball #cameras #come #control

There was something horribly depressing, she felt, about watching the weather report. That life could be planned like the perfect summer picnic drained it of spontaneity. ↗

— Galt Niederhoffer

#feelings #galt-niederhoffer #life #spontaneity #summer

He showed the words “chocolate cake” to a group of Americans and recorded their word associations. “Guilt” was the top response. If that strikes you as unexceptional, consider the response of French eaters to the same prompt: “celebration. ↗

— Michael Pollan

#chocolate #chocolate-cake #connotations #food #french

I believed that I was approaching the end of my days without having tasted to the full any of the pleasures for which my heart thirsted...without having ever tasted that passion which, through lack of an object, was always suppressed. ...The impossibility of attaining the real persons precipitated me into the land of chimeras; and seeing nothing that existed worthy of my exalted feelings, I fostered them in an ideal world which my creative imagination soon peopled with beings after my own heart. ↗

— Jean-Jacques Rousseau

#philosophy #romantics #imagination