#mock

This is an apology letter to the both of us for how long it took me to let things go. It was not my intention to make such a production of the emptiness between us playing tuba on the tombstone of a soprano to try and keep some dead singer’s perspective alive. It’s just that I coulda swore you had sung me a love song back there and that you meant it but I guess sometimes people just chew with their mouth open so I ate ear plugs alive with my throat hoping they’d get lodged deep enough inside the empty spots that I wouldn’t have to hear you leaving ↗

— Buddy Wakefield

#hurling-crowbirds-at-mockingbars #poetry #love

Of all days Sunday was the day for formal afternoon visiting: ladies wore corsets, men wore coats, children wore shoes. ↗

— Harper Lee

#to-kill-a-mockingbird #men

Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill. ↗

— Harper Lee

#inspirational #landscape #mockingbird #scout #season

It's all very boring to say that we get along great and all that and sometimes we mock up come aggravation to make it interesting but the truth of it is that we get along so well we've never had an argument. ↗

— Dave Edmunds

#along #argument #boring #come #get

because I have learned the hard way how deadly these beauties can be. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#beauty

Pride and ego makes a mockery of an apology. Humility wins forgiveness without question...so break 'yo'self'! ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#apology-and-attitude #ego #forgiveness #humility #mockery

Most of those mocking us and our works night after night have not reached the point of suggesting we are going to use those weapons. They are pretty useless right now. ↗

— Richard Reeves

#going #mocking #most #night #now

The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#life

Well, I never heard it before, but it sounds uncommon nonsense. ↗

— Lewis Carroll

#nonsense

Jem: I’ve thought about it a lot lately and I’ve got it figured out. There’s four kinds of folks in Maycomb County. There’s the ordinary kind like us and the neighbors, there’s the kind like the Cunninghams out in the woods, the kind like the Ewells down at the dump, and the Negroes. The thing about it is, our kind of folks don’t like the Cunninghams, the Cunninghams don’t like the Ewells, and the Ewells hate and despise the colored folks. Scout: Naw, Jem, I think there’s just one kind of folks. Folks. Jem: That’s what I thought, too. When I was your age. If there’s just one kind of folks, why can’t they get along with each other? If they’re all alike, why do they go out of their way to despise each other? Scout, I think I’m beginning to understand something. I think I’m beginning to understand why Boo Radley’s stayed shut up in the house all this time… it’s because he wants to stay inside. ↗

— Harper Lee

#age