#bit

When they write my obituary. Tomorrow. Or the next day. It will say, Leo Gursky is survived by an apartment full of shit ↗

— Nicole Krauss

#love #obituary #romance #death

By adherence to a special set of rules, the child of the shabby-genteel can sometimes leap across the time which has passed by his family and function in the real world without doing violence to the hopes his mother held out for him. But those who cannot live within this pattern are the freaks and poets, and they travel a different road to peace. ↗

— Murray Kempton

#class #freaks #middle-class #poets #family

And the pomegranates,/ like memories, are bittersweet/ as we huddle together,/ remembering just how good/ life used to be ↗

— Guadalupe Garcia McCall

#family #memories #sorrow #under-the-mesquite #family

I have a lot of bitter memories from Beijing. Hopefully, we can erase those memories and bring the gold back to Japan. ↗

— Kohei Uchimura

#beijing #bitter #bring #erase #gold

Bittersweet? No, just bitter, the taste of your tongue. Words you can’t have back, so they linger. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#bitter #breaking-up #friendship #friendship-and-love #gossip

The Eleven king looked sternly upon Thorin, when he was brought before him, and asked him many questions. But Thorin would only say that he was starving. "Why did you and your folk three times try to attack my people at their merrymaking?" asked the king. "We did not attack them," answered Thorin, "we came to beg because we were starving." "Where are your friends now, and what are they doing?" "I don't know, but I expect that they're all starving in the forest." "What were you doing in the forest?" "Looking for food and drink, because we were starving." "And what brought you into the forest at all?" asked the king angrily. At that Thorin shut his mouth and would not say another word. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#elves #food #friends #king #starving