#day

Did you ever stand on a street corner in American at five o'clock in the morning? I did. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#atop-an-underwood #early-morning #early-stories-and-other-writings #first-day #jack-kerouac

Life is NOT short! It's just by the time we catch up to appreciating it...we've already left life at least halfway behind us. ↗

— Sanjo Jendayi

#behind #deserie-johnson #life #sanjo-jendayi #short

Life is short, Isobeli. If we gave time to everything sooner or later we'd run out of it. We only have now. And we would be foolish to not seize it while we have it. So, why would it matter if I love him today or five years from now? ↗

— Nadège Richards

#life #love #regret #taking-chances #time

The select natures who pant after the ideal, and find nothing in pantaloons or petticoats great enough to command their reverence and love, are curiously in unison with the narrowest and pettiest. ↗

— George Eliot

#everyday-life #life

We can't rewind the past, nor fast-forward the future, so today, all we can do is play, record, pause and keep moving, until something should press the stop button. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#one-day-at-a-time #the-present #today #life

Everyone these days was defensive about their lives. Everyone had settled. ↗

— Lorrie Moore

#people-today #settling #life

Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens, that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both. ↗

— Gabrielle Zevin

#sad #sadness #sink #someday #sorrow

Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will. I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry. ↗

— David Nicholls

#one-day #one-day-david-nicholls #sorry #love

True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked. ↗

— Erich Segal

#banners #bells #checked #comes #ears

I wanted what most people wanted—love, companionship. I wanted someone to touch. I wanted someone to touch me back. I wanted someone to laugh with, someone who would laugh with me, laugh at me. I wanted someone who looked and sawme . Not my power, not my position. I wanted someone to say my name. To call out, “Merit,” when it was time to go, or when we arrived. Someone who wanted to say to someone else, with pride, “I’m here with her. With Merit.” I wanted all those things. Indivisibly. But I didn’t want them from Morgan. ↗

— Chloe Neill

#friday #merit #night #love