#graph

I think my prose reads as if English were my second language. By the time I get to the end of a paragraph, I'm dodging bullets and gasping for breath. ↗

— Lynn Abbey

#bullets #by the time #dodging #end #english

I looked at the images hanging on the walls, wanting to find those things in her pictures. My favorite was directly across from me: a photo of a beaten, weathered hull of a rowboat. I knew about as much about boats as I did photography, which was next to nothing, but that boat wasn’t going anywhere near the water anytime soon unless the owner decided it would make a mediocre shipwreck to explore while scuba diving. Nevertheless, it faced the out-of-focus lake in the background, almost hopefully, as if it hadn’t yet decided its best days were gone, as if it still dreamed of bobbing peacefully on the waves. “Does that one have a name?” I asked. She smiled. “Seaworthy. ↗

— Leesa Freeman

#photography #dreams

Photographs don’t discriminate between the living and the dead. In the fragments of time and shards of light that compose them, everyone is equal. Now you see us; now you don’t. It doesn’t matter whether you look through a camera lens and press the shutter. It doesn’t even matter whether you open your eyes or close them. The pictures are always there. And so are the people in them. ↗

— Robert Goddard

#photography #time #equality

I want to understand the world from your point of view. I want to know what you know in the way you know it. I want to understand the meaning of your experience, to walk in your shoes, to feel things as you feel them, to explain things as you explain them. Will you become my teacher and help me understand? ↗

— James P. Spradley

#qualitative-research #experience

I don't need no Smith and Wesson, man, I got Merriam and Webster. ↗

— Avi Steinberg

#reading #librarians

I couldn't think of anything I wanted to do or any place I wanted to be more than home. Where I can walk around the yard, sweeping leaves off the slate paths to my heart's content. Where I can spend all day in my pajamas puttering around the house, or curled up in my favorite chair in the family room next to the big stone fireplace. The walls are papered deep red, hung with Madison's paintings and lined with our favorite books. The furniture is comfortable and inviting. Our house is made to be lived in; we use every inch of it and don't mind the signs of wear and tear. There's a deep dent in the floor next to the hearth ... It's part of the story of this house, where a family has left its mark, and where it continues to grow and evolve. ↗

— Sissy Spacek

#family

The plot arc of a porno is like a breast: a good one should be flat-chested. ↗

— Bauvard

#funny #humor #plotting #pornography #funny

Read not the Times, read the Eternities. ↗

— Henry David Thoreau

#inspirational #newspapers #times #inspirational

I have seen the sea lashed into fury and tossed into spray, and its grandeur moves the soul of the dullest man; but I remember that it is not the billows, but the calm level of the sea, from which all heights and depths are measured. ↗

— President James A. Garfield - courtesy of Millard's "Destiny of the Republic"

#inspirational #speeches #inspirational

The features of character are carved out of adversity. ↗

— Rick Barnett

#biography #fiction #inspirational #memoir #romance