#splintered

You're going to be a famous artist." His voice is deep velvet - soothing and sure. "You'll live in one of those artsy, upscale apartments in Paris with your rich husband. Oh, who just happens to be a world-renowned exterminator. How's that for a twist of fate? You won't even have to catch your own bugs anymore. That'll give you more time to spend with your five brilliant kids. And I'll come visit every summer. Show up on the doorstep with a bottle of Texas BBQ sauce and a French baguette. I'll be weird Uncle Jeb. ↗

— A.G. Howard

#splintered #paris

Tearing down the rest of the world won't make you happy. Look inside yourself. Because finding who you were meant to be? What you were put into this world to do? That's what fills the emptiness. It's the only things that can. ↗

— A.G. Howard

#inspirational #splintered #inspirational

Jen said some guy asked you but you didn't want to go. Why not?" I shrug. "I have this character flaw? Called dignity? ↗

— A.G. Howard

#jeb #lol #splintered #dignity

But, said Lewis, myths are lies, even though lies breathed through silver. No, said Tolkien, they are not. ...just as speech is invention about objects and ideas, so myth is invention about truth. We have come from God (continued Tolkien), and inevitably the myths woven by us, though they contain error, will also reflect a splintered fragment of the true light, the eternal truth that is with God. Indeed only by myth-making, only by becoming a 'sub-creator' and inventing stories, can Man aspire to the state of perfection that he knew before the Fall. Our myths may be misguided, but they steer however shakily towards the true harbour, while materialistic 'progress' leads only to a yawning abyss and the Iron Crown of the power of evil. You mean, asked Lewis, that the story of Christ is simply a true myth, a myth that works on us in the same way as the others, but a myth that really happened? In that case, he said, I begin to understand. ↗

— Humphrey Carpenter

#christ #myth #myths #splintered-light #sub-creator

Do you really think these are Alice's tears?" I ask. "That I'm supposed to make them go away somehow?" "I'm the wrong guy to ask. I just saw a skeleton with antlers and a forest of aphid-noshing flower zombies.: ↗

— A.G. Howard

#jeb #splintered #zombies

Building art is a synthesis of life in materialised form. We should try to bring in under the same hat not a splintered way of thinking, but all in harmony together. ↗

— Alvar Aalto

#art #bring #building #form #harmony

I'm going to fall in love with an artist. And we'll have two kids and live in the country. A quiet life, so we can hear our muses and answer when they call. Tipping up my chin to meet his gaze, he gives me a tender, starlit smile - one that melts my insides. "I like your version better. ↗

— A.G. Howard

#jeb #splintered #life

I need to get to that tea party and wake up the guests." Jeb looks at me. "And how are you supposed to do that? Give a magical kiss to the half-baked hatmaker? ↗

— A.G. Howard

#jeb #splintered #tea

Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape. ↗

— Mervyn Peake

#day #each #glass #great #i

Some people have no business attending a dignified tea. Gawking as if I belong in a zoo, when they're the ones who have all the manners and the fashion sense of a monkey. ↗

— A.G. Howard

#business