#rift

You can just drift unhappily towards this vision of heaven on earth, and ultimately that is what architecture is a vision of: Heaven on earth, at it's best. ↗

— Ben Nicholson

#best #drift #earth #heaven #just

The sun and its retinue of planets drift as a group through the vast gulfs of space that separate the stars. ↗

— Barney Oliver

#group #planets #separate #space #stars

It is better to lose health like a spendthrift than to waste it like a miser. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

#health #like #lose #miser #spendthrift

In the last four years, I heard the same thing over and over again from people: 'We've had enough,' 'Our country is drifting,' 'We've lost our way.' ↗

— Ted Yoho

#country #drifting #enough #four #had

The plant that's been uprooted has only courage to hold it up. ↗

— Marty Rubin

#drifter #exile #courage

You need to know what you are before you can become what you are supposed to be. In order to know what you are now, you must learn what you are going to be. ↗

— S.K.N. Hammerstone

#angels-and-demons #death #demons #skn-hammerstone #the-rift

I close my eyes, then I drift away, into the magic night I softly say. A silent prayer, like dreamers do, then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you. ↗

— Roy Orbison

#asleep #away #close #dream #dreamers

It was one of those things they keep in a jar in the tent of a sideshow on the outskirts of a little, drowsy town. One of those pale things drifting in alcohol plasma, forever dreaming and circling, with its peeled, dead eyes staring out at you and never seeing you. It went with the noiselessness of late night, and only the crickets chirping, the frogs sobbing off in the moist swampland. One of those things in a big jar that makes your stomach jump as it does when you see a preserved arm in a laboratory vat. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#drifting #jar #jars #noiselessness #pale

Family myths are cherished by the people who--however unwittingly--have brought them into being. In my own situation, what my father was really saying to me during that last unfortunate phone call was that I had shattered our family's myth: the myth of a close and tight-knit family in which everyone was in complete agreement about everything, that is, in complete agreement with my father. I had violated one of the tenets of this myth in a way that was unforgivable to him. For that my punishment was to be expelled from the family. ↗

— Mark Sichel

#rift #som #family

His leaving had been like snipping off the end of a rope - leaving two unraveling strands. ↗

— Sarah Blakley-Cartwright

#friendship #loss #sadness #friendship