#dr

Before our kids start coming home from Iraq in body bags and women and children start dying in Baghdad, I need to know, what did Iraq do to us? ↗

— Susan Sarandon

#bags #before #body #children #coming

Certainly something had happened to me during the night. Or after months of tension I had arrived at the edge of some precipice and now I was falling, as in a dream slowly, even as I continued to hold the thermometer in my hand, een as I stood with the soles of my slippers on the floor, even as I felt myself solidly contained by the expectant looks of my children. It was the fault of the torture that my husband had inflicted. But enough, I had to tear the pain from memory, I had to sandpaper away the scratches that were damaging my brain. ↗

— Elena Ferrante

#divorce #elena-ferrante #love #pain #the-days-of-abandonment

One always dies too soon or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#always #dies #drawn #finished #late

He's a real nowhere man, Sitting in his Nowhere Land, Making all his nowhere plans for nobody. Doesn't have a point of view, Knows not where he's going to, Isn't he a bit like you and me? ↗

— The Beatles

#existence #fictional-character #lack-of-motivation #music #music-lyrics

It pained her deeply to realize Alysandir wasn’t her romantic hero she had pegged him to be. In truth he was no more attainable than her dreams of Mr. Darcy. – Isobella Douglas ↗

— Elaine Coffman

#dreams

Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#disenchantment #dreamers #i #like #mistook

I came home after a year and although my profession was only hairdressing, I knew I could change it. ↗

— Vidal Sassoon

#although #came #change #could #hairdressing

For better or worse, she was the lady Soraya. And the lady Soraya would never dream of missing the warm bulk of Casia's body between her and the hearth, or the comforting drone of Ludo's snores. Or the wry laughter of a slave... a slave, for Azura's sake! The lady Soraya needed no one. The lady Soraya cried herself to sleep. ↗

— Hilari Bell

#loneliness #soraya #dreams

Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows. ↗

— Siegfried Sassoon

#death #dividend #drawing #grey #land

A working woman could save a few shillings a week, and then every five weeks she'd come in and we'd cut her hair. She could shampoo it under the shower, swing it and dry it off or just let it dry by itself. It changed the lives of many young girls who'd never had the opportunity to be styled like that before. ↗

— Vidal Sassoon

#changed #come #could #cut #dry