#roan

A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market. ↗

— Charles Lamb

#groans #hundred #laugh #market #worth

You can only do so much grunting and groaning and then you're done, you know? ↗

— Craig T. Nelson

#groaning #know #much #only #then

I hope that no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people. ↗

— Chief Joseph

#chief #ear #ever #go #great

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell. ↗

— William Tecumseh Sherman

#am #blood #cry #desolation #fired

It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, more vengeance, more desolation. War is hell. ↗

— William Tecumseh Sherman

#blood #cry #desolation #fired #groans

I shall live alone. Always alone. In a house or a tree.' Fuchsia started to chew at a fresh grass blade. 'Someone will come then, if I live alone. Someone from another kind of world - a new world - not from this world, but someone who is different, and he will fall in love with me at once because I live alone and aren't like the other beastly things in this world, and he'll enjoy having me because of my pride. ↗

— Mervyn Peake

#steerpike #love

But haven't all ambitious people something of the monstrous about them? You, sir, for instance, if you will forgive me, are a little bit monstrous. ↗

— Mervyn Peake

#titus-groan #forgiveness

As his lord stared at the door another figure appeared, a girl of about fifteen with long, rather wild black hair. She was gauche in movement and in a sense, ugly of face, but with how small a twist might she not suddenly have become beautiful. Her sullen mouth was full and rich – her eyes smouldered. ↗

— Mervyn Peake

#beauty

For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness. ↗

— Aeschylus

#burden #burdened #disease #doubles #groans

His mind had been working away behind his high forehead. Unimaginative himself he could recognize imagination in her: he had come upon one whose whole nature was the contradiction of his own. He knew that behind her simplicity was something he could never have. Something he despised as impractical. Something which would never carry her to power or riches, but would retard her progress and keep her apart in a world of her own make-believe. To win her favour he must talk in her own language. ↗

— Mervyn Peake

#steerpike #imagination