#bear

Most animals show themselves sparingly. The grizzly bear is six to eight hundred pounds of smugness. It has no need to hide. If it were a person, it would laugh loudly in quiet restaurants, boastfully wear the wrong clothes for special occasions, and probably play hockey. ↗

— Craig Childs

#bear #funny #grizzly-bear #funny

Are you scared of going in to see the raghnaid [the council]?” asked a gray female pup. “Are you cag mag [crazy]? If a bear was his Milk Giver, you think he’s scared of the raghnaid? ↗

— Kathryn Lasky

#funny #motherhood #wolves #funny

You belong with us, the lost of the lost, the tribe without a home, a tribe of orphans living our abandoned lives amid toys and trinkets, stuffed monkeys and bears. You’re one of us now—the Tribe of the Teddy Bear.” From Tribe of the Teddy Bear ↗

— J. Joseph Wright

#magic #mg #middle-grade #supernatural #teddy-bear

Exit pursued by a bear." [STAGE DIRECTIONS in The Winter's Tale (III, iii)] ↗

— William Shakespeare

#humor #stage-directions #humor

The human mind can bear plenty of reality but not too much intermittent gloom. ↗

— Margaret Drabble

#gloom #human #human mind #mind #much

Taking a couple short backup swigs, Flint’s crippling headache started to release its grip, sort of the way he imagined an octopus would release an inedible bowling ball. ↗

— Cole Alpaugh

#bowling #circus #drinking #headache #imagination

What makes loneliness an anguish is not that I have no one to share my burden, but this: I have only my own burden to bear. ↗

— Dag Hammarskjold

#bear #burden #i #loneliness #makes

My forebears refused to cut the sugar cane for plantation owners, and I am recognisably a product of that background. ↗

— Diane Abbott

#background #cane #cut #forebears #i

It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults. So to love a man that you cannot bear to see a stain upon him, and to speak painful truth through loving words, that is friendship. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#cannot #faults #friend #friendship #him

It was a pity that there was no radar to guide one across the trackless seas of life. Every man had to find his own way, steered by some secret compass of the soul. And sometimes, late or early, the compass lost its power and spun aimlessly on its bearings. Alan Bishop ↗

— Arthur C. Clarke

#compass #direction #life #life