#oct

The family, that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor in our innermost hearts never quite wish to. ↗

— Dodie Smith

#escape #family #hearts #innermost #never

As I laid in the hospital bed I started thinking that I had a show to do. I was hoping the Doctor would put me together so I could do the show. ↗

— Ben Vereen

#could #doctor #had #hoping #hospital

I do think there’s always a way to put things right. If I didn’t believe that I wouldn’t get out of bed in the morning, I wouldn’t eat breakfast; I wouldn’t leave the TARDIS ever. I would never have left home. There is always something we can do. ↗

— Paul Magrs

#tardis #home

Whether you're a newspaper journalist, a lawyer, a doctor. You have to organize your thoughts. ↗

— Frederick Wiseman

#journalist #lawyer #newspaper #organize #thoughts

All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken. ↗

— Thomas Wolfe

#earth #fences #field #forsaken #hollow

The purest expression of the doctrine of Liberalism was probably that of Benjamin Constant. ↗

— Francis Parker Yockey

#constant #doctrine #expression #liberalism #probably

The crickets still sing in October. And lilly, she's trying to bloom. Tho she's resting her head on the shoulder of death, she still shines by the light of the moon. ↗

— Kevin Dalton

#death #moon #moonlight #october #death

My experience showed me that the death of the body and the brain are not the end of consciousness, that human experience continues beyond the grave. More important, it continues under the gaze of a God who loves and cares about each one of us and about where the Universe itself and all the beings withing it are ultimately goind. ↗

— Eben Alexander III

#heaven #ndes #death

It is always a much easier task to educate uneducated people than to re-educate the mis-educated. ↗

— Herbert M. Shelton

#ignorance #indoctrination #propaganda #education

I sat up in the strange bed fearing it had been a dream, afraid I would never see her again. Not because I wanted anything from her, only her presence. The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death. ↗

— Roman Payne

#beauty #beauty-in-literature #beauty-in-nature #bed #death