#pressing

There was something horribly depressing, she felt, about watching the weather report. That life could be planned like the perfect summer picnic drained it of spontaneity. ↗

— Galt Niederhoffer

#feelings #galt-niederhoffer #life #spontaneity #summer

Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die. ↗

— John Green

#humor #wise #humor

...whether the people are happy or not in their lives, they have learned to keep steadily moving, moving all the time. ↗

— Chang-rae Lee

#change

I have no desire to prove anything by dancing. I have never used it as an outlet or a means of expressing myself. I just dance. I just put my feet in the air and move them around. ↗

— Fred Astaire

#anything #around #dance #dancing #desire

I am glad to have this opportunity of expressing my high appreciation of the honour extended to me many years ago by the Royal Swedish Academy of Science by enrolling me amongst its members. ↗

— Guglielmo Marconi

#ago #am #amongst #appreciation #enrolling

I believe in using the entire piano as a single instrument capable of expressing every possible musical idea. ↗

— Oscar Peterson

#capable #entire #every #expressing #i

I think my playing has been orchestral throughout the years, and this is another way of expressing that. But I primarily see it as the ultimate accomplishment of a musician. Composing makes me feel like I've finally gotten all the way up the ladder as a musician. ↗

— Tony Williams

#another #another way #been #composing #expressing

He ran his fingers over the moist ends of her hair and across her face. Her eyes were wet. Jesus Christ. How many nights had he heard Lily crying. As some parents sleep through fire, thunderstorms, and voices at the back door only to wake at a child’s whisper, so Everett heard Lily crying at night. Her muffled sobs seemed to have broken his dreams for years. He had heard her even at Fort Lewis, even in Georgia, finally at Bliss. That was Lily crying in the wings whenever the priest came to tear up his mother’s grave. Lily cried in the twilight field where he picked wild poppies with Martha; Lily’s was the cry he heard those nights the kiln burned, the levee broke, the ranch went to nothing. ↗

— Joan Didion

#relationships #dreams

We must relentlessly and unyieldingly protect freedom of speech and peaceful assembly. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#freedom-of-speech #peace #freedom

She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#heartbreak #jealousy #love #sadness #wonder