#letters

Another nice thing was that I would type out letters home for the admiral's stewards. They would then feed me the same food the admiral ate. ↗

— Jack Adams

#another #ate #feed #food #home

Letters are like wine; if they are sound they ripen with keeping. A man should lay down letters as he does a cellar of wine. ↗

— Samuel Butler

#does #down #keeping #lay #letters

We lay aside letters never to read them again, and at last destroy them out of discretion, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate breath of life, irrecoverably for ourselves and for others. ↗

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

#letters #beauty

I like the storytelling and reading the letters, the long-distance dedications. ↗

— Casey Kasem

#letters #like #long-distance #reading #storytelling

I'm receiving 300 to 500 letters every week from people telling me that God used my stories to save their marriage or to introduce them to Christ or to heal a relationship that had been broken. ↗

— Karen Kingsbury

#broken #christ #every #god #had

When I think of the library of Alexandria and of the fact that, although it burnt down, people continue to sort the letters of the alphabet according to that tradition, then that makes certain expressions of modernity, even of interventions on the textual level, possible. ↗

— Alexander Kluge

#alexandria #alphabet #although #burnt #certain

When I was in elementary school, I used to write letters to myself. I'd write letters and go 'Dear Kristen-at-16-years-old, happy birthday. I hope you're doing something.' ↗

— Kristin Kreuk

#dear #doing #elementary #elementary school #go

One of the things that's pretty unique about nu shu, when you look especially at these old letters and stories that have been saved, is that there are certain lines that are very standard that are used again and again. It's almost like a formula in a sense, so that these certain lines come up again and again. ↗

— Lisa See

#again #almost #been #certain #come

First Lieutenant Jimmy Cross carried letters from a girl named Martha, a junior at Mount Sebastian College in New Jersey. They were not love letters, but Lieutenant Cross was hoping, so he kept them folded in plastic at the bottom of his rusack. In the late afternoon, after a day's march, he would dig his foxhole, wash his hands under a canteen, unwrap the letters, hold them with the tips of his fingers, and spend the last hour of light pretending. ↗

— Tim O'Brien

#love #war #love

A real love letter is made of insight, understanding, and compassion. Otherwise it's not a love letter. A true love letter can produce a transformation in the other person, and therefore in the world. But before it produces a transformation in the other person, it has to produce a transformation within us. Some letters may take the whole of our lifetime to write. ↗

— Thích Nhất Hạnh

#letters #love #love-letters #love