#pros

The biggest disease today is not leprosy or tuberculosis, but rather the feeling of being unwanted. ↗

— Mother Teresa

#biggest #disease #feeling #leprosy #rather

With the red hair, you get the white skin; it's a package deal. The cons are that you never look particularly attractive on the beach. The pros are in a softly lit room, you look pretty. ↗

— Marcia Cross

#beach #cons #deal #get #hair

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory. ↗

— George William Curtis

#always #conversation #escapes #ghost #interview

Prosecution I have managed to avoid; but I have been arrested, charged in a police court, have refused to be bound over, and thereupon have been unconditionally released - to my great regret; for I have always wanted to know what going to prison was like. ↗

— Laurence Housman

#arrested #avoid #been #bound #charged

My mother had gotten a job as a receptionist at a dancing school and had the idea that we should open our own dancing school; we did, and it prospered. ↗

— Gene Kelly

#did #gotten #had #idea #job

The moon hung over the planet Earth, a dead thing over a dying thing. ↗

— John Fowles

#description #nature #beauty

Sportsmanship and easygoing methods are all right, but it is the prospect of a hot fight that brings out the crowds. ↗

— John McGraw

#crowds #easygoing #fight #hot #methods

There have been high crimes and misdemeanors, but they have been committed by the special prosecutor and the Congress, not the president. ↗

— Donella Meadows

#committed #congress #crimes #high #misdemeanors

APPLES SCENT, You arrive in the basement. Immediatly it catches you. Apples are here, lying on fruit trays, turned crates. You didn't think about it. You had no wish to be flooded by this melancholic wave. But you can't resist. Apple scent is a breaker. How could you manage without this childhood, bitter and sweet ? Shrivelled fruits surely are delicious, from this feak dryness where candied taste seems to have wormed in each wrinkle. But you don't wish to eat them. Particularly don't turn into an identifiable taste this floating power of smell. Say that it smells good, strong? But not ..... It's beyond .... An inner scent, scent of a better oneself. Here is shut up school autumn, with purple ink we scratch paper with down strokes and thin strokes. Rain bangs against glasses, evening will be long .... But apple perfume is more than past. You think about formerly because of fullness and intensity from a remembrance of salpetered cellar, dark attic. But it's to live here, stay here, stand up. You have behind you high herbs and damp orchards. Ahead it's like a warm blow given in the shade. Scent got all browns, all reds with a bit of green acid. Scent distilled skin softness, its tiny roughness. Lips dried, we alreadyt know that this thirst is not to be slaked. Nothing would happen if you bite the white flesh. You would need to become october, mud floor, moss of cellar, rain, expectation. Apple scent is painful. It's from a stronger life, a slowness we deserve no more. ↗

— Philippe Delerm

#life

One-third of our people were dangerously ill, getting worse hourly, and we felt sure of meeting the same fate, with death as our only prospect, which in such a country was much worse yet. ↗

— Alvar N. C. de Vaca

#dangerously #death #fate #felt #getting