#far

You're my world. I want everyone to know. I don't know how to date so I never even thought of taking you on a date. But I can promise you right now... I will be taking you on so many damn dates that there won't be a person in this town who doesn't know I worship the ground you walk on. ↗

— Abbi Glines

#dating

...the world was trying to change its old face and show its underbelly of earth and roots. ↗

— Italo Calvino

#warfare #change

If Cape wasn't your last name, what was your real one?" I asked, deathly curious now. "Ahhhh," he complained. "Pincas Huckleburr. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#farmer-cape #mastiff #tamora-pierce #death

Well, there are times when one would like to hang the whole human race and finish the farce. ↗

— Mark Twain

#farce #human-race #humanity #death

What passing bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifle's rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers, nor bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, The shrill demented choirs of wailing shells, And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes, Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall, Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each, slow dusk a drawing down of blinds. ↗

— Wilfred Owen

#war #warfare #anger

The enormous lake stretched flat and smooth and white all the way to the edge of the gray sky. Wagon tracks went away across it, so far that you could not see where they went; they ended in nothing at all. ↗

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

#away #could #edge #ended #enormous

Why all this death? You might as easily ask ‘Why all this life?’. ↗

— Daniel McHugh

#fantasy #magic #warfare #wizards #death

I don't see any reason to quit playing. I'll be doing this at least till I get to a hundred and something. You know, I ain't got far to go. But I'm still going to be playing, as long as I have good ideas, and can play as I do. ↗

— Claude Williams

#doing #far #get #go #going

Horror would not annoy a soldier any more than the sight of a hammer annoys a carpenter. It is sentimental to pretend that horror is not the tool of the soldier, just as the hammer is the tool of the carpenter. We live off death and the threat of death and we must take it calmly and use it well.... Eventually I came to enjoy killing, as a pianist enjoys the Czerny which keeps his fingers limber for the Beethoven. ↗

— Irwin Shaw

#warfare #death

The mere mention of the Farakka Express, which jerks its way eastward each day from Delhi to Calcutta, is enough to throw even a seasoned traveller into fits of apoplexy. At a desert encampment on Namibia's Skeleton Coast, a hard-bitten adventurer had downed a peg of local fire-water then told me the tale. Farakka was a ghost train, he said, haunted by ghouls, Thuggees, and thieves. Only a passenger with a death wish would go anywhere near it. ↗

— Tahir Shah

#delhi #farakka-express #ghosts #india #travel