#aunt

I wish I were one of those terribly clever people who, when they write their autobiographies, always say, when I was fifteen months old I distinctly remember my Aunt Fanny saying to me, etc. ↗

— George Seaton

#aunt #autobiographies #clever #clever people #distinctly

It was a somber place, haunted by old jokes and lost laughter. Life, as I discovered, holds no more wretched occupation than trying to make the English laugh. ↗

— Malcolm Muggeridge

#english #haunted #holds #i #jokes

You know, sometimes I get moments of inspiration when I'm writing something and then the task seems so daunting that it just kind of scares me away. ↗

— Adam Pascal

#daunting #get #i #inspiration #just

My aunt had a season ticket for the Friday afternoon concerts, and I would go down for lessons. My lessons were Saturday morning. ↗

— Robert Ripley

#aunt #concerts #down #friday #friday afternoon

Perhaps this is our strange and haunting paradox here in America - that we are fixed and certain only when we are in movement. ↗

— Thomas Wolfe

#certain #fixed #haunting #here #movement

They did that little thing on South Park, and they mentioned my name and had a character of me judging a Halloween contest. It was really funny.That made me the coolest aunt on earth. ↗

— Tina Yothers

#character #contest #coolest #did #earth

No, but one can feel desperate at any age, don’t you think? The young are eternally desperate,” he said frankly. “And books, they offer hope — that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe one is saved. ↗

— Anne Rice

#aunt #blackwood #book #farm #lestat

...a row of tables manned by seated, serious women. Each woman looked like she could be someone's least-favourite aunt. ↗

— Adam Rex

#funny #women #age

Each leaf that brushed his face deepened his sadness and dread. Each leaf he passed he'd never pass again. They rode over his face like veils, already some yellow, their veins like slender bones where the sun shone through them. He had resolved himself to ride on for he could not turn back and the world that day was as lovely as any day that ever was and he was riding to his death. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#haunting #beauty

I visited my old haunt, but somehow without all my old friends there with me, the cemetery just wasn’t the same. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#friendship #haunt #humor #change