#ife

Let me explain before another word is written: I have never once asked a cat, "So tell me what's up, Charlie?" and Charlie says, "Jeez Jackson, thanks for asking. A little annoyed by the fluorescent lights, and will you please check out this tiny piece-of-junk pan I have to crap in but, hey, I still got my legs, you know? Can't complain, pal. ↗

— Jackson Galaxy

#cat #conversations #life

Form follows emotion ↗

— Walter Isaacson

#inspirational #life #art

Listen, Elena, after high school I left and I had a lot of relationships and nothing seemed right to me. But I remembered you often. You can say that we were kids back then and that that was kids’ stuff... and maybe it was. But now, when I am not a child anymore, there isn’t a doubt in me that it simply has to be you or no one else. I don’t want you to be the one that got away, at least not without a fight. ↗

— Danka V.

#life

The actor's life offers, on a daily basis, the simulacrum of love; a mask can be satisfied, or at least consoled, by the echo of what it seeks. ↗

— Salman Rushdie

#life

All I ever wanted, nira I expected: Nonette, upon whom my life pivots. The name I give my fire when I lay down, defenseless before its majestic awfulness. A little no, a little negation. A French girly pout, the syllables for which have been found at last. All my hurt dug up, exposed for dissection in the glaring light, and finally melted away by the loving caresses of her yielding thighs. And the girl who took such simple joy in this terrible duty. Nonette. ↗

— Julian Darius

#lovers #life

The soul of an artist cannot be muted indefinitely. It must either be expressed or it will consume the host. ↗

— Gerard de Marigny

#artist #artistic-endeavor #artistic-passion #artists-life #art

Sometimes I think that all anyone needs in life is lots of popcorn and a few Lovelies ↗

— Sam Savage

#popcorn #life

it's really make sense when it's does not make sense ↗

— sarajevo_sara

#life-and-living #thinking-reason #attitude

He began to see the situation from another angle. An assignment had been given him. Someone’s life, a small set of lives had been placed in the palm of his hand. Maybe he would never have any more purpose than this: to accept the assignment gracefully, lovingly, and do the best he could with it. ↗

— Anne Tyler

#love

I found I could listen without envy to Letty's singing, and afterwards when the applause came, I did not mind that Mrs Knowles was heaping praises upon her. Peter's hands were on my chair, and when I leaned back I could feel them against my shoulders. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#jane-austen #jennifer-paynter #love #loyalty #mary-bennet