#stc

I get out of the taxi and it's probably the only city which in reality looks better than on the postcards, New York. ↗

— Milos Forman

#city #get #i #looks #new

The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it. ↗

— Mary E. Pearson

#correspondence #picture #postcard #art

In those years before mobile phones, email and Skype, travelers depended on the rudimentary communications system known as the postcard. Other methods--the long-distance phone call, the telegram--were marked "For Emergency Use Only." So my parents waved me off into the unknown, and their news bulletins about me would have been restricted to "Yes, he's arrived safely,"and "Last time we heard he was in Oregon," and "We expect him back in a few weeks." I'm not saying this was necessarily better, let alone more character-forming; just that in my case it probably helped not to have my parents a button's touch away, spilling out anxieties and long-range weather forecasts, warning me against floods, epidemics and psychos who preyed on backpackers. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#postcards #technology #travel #communication

The road whinnies and rears up. The sky gallops. You are permanent within me in this chaos. Somewhere deep in my mind you shine forever, without moving, silent, like the angel awed by death, or like the insect burying itself in the rotted heart of a tree. ↗

— Miklós Radnóti

#death

A trauma is something one repeats and repeats, after all, and this is the tragedy of the Iqbals--that they can't help but reenact the dash they once made from one land to another, from one faith to another, from one brown mother country into the pale, freckled arms of an imperial sovereign. ↗

— Zadie Smith

#faith

We'll erase those who want to use us for our family prestige... ...and erase those girls who try to apply their patronizing psychology theories on us... ...and those stupid adults who only judge us by our outward appearances.... We'll erase them all from our consciousness. ↗

— Bisco Hatori

#psychology #twins #family

Once you love something, you always love it in someway. You have to. it's like, part of you for good. ↗

— Sarah Dessen What Happened to Goodbye

#love #stciks-with-you-for-good #teen #love