#tire

I have actually known a case where a Woman has exterminated her whole household, and half an hour afterwards, when her rage was over and the fragments swept away, has asked what has become of her husband and her children. ↗

— Edwin A. Abbott

#family-relationships #humour #satire #women #anger

I was tired. I hadn't slept eight hours in two, three years. I lived on four, five hours of sleep. You can do it during a campaign because thousands are screaming for you. You're getting adrenaline shots each day. Then the campaign ends, and there are no more shots. ↗

— George McGovern

#because #campaign #day #during #each

An aphorism ought to be entirely isolated from the surrounding world like a little work of art and complete in itself like a hedgehog. ↗

— Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel

#art #complete #entirely #hedgehog #isolated

...the very greatest satire, I came to think -- the kind that lives forever -- ultimately grew out of a debunking attitude toward the self. To see the world mock-heroically was necessarily to engage in a sort of preliminary self-burlesque. You couldn't take yourself *that* seriously. You were part of it. All the Lilliputian preening and pomposity was, at bottom, one's own. ↗

— Terry Castle

#satire #self-burlesque #attitude

Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#everything #heavy #never #nothing #tired

My inner goddess confirms that staring at a beautiful/rich/powerful face is the basis of True Love. ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#drama #fifty-shades #fifty-shades-of-grey #inner-goddess #love

He'd been given an assignment to write about teen beauty pageants [...], which he'd accepted because he enjoyed blood sports as much as the next person. ↗

— David Baldacci

#ambition #beauty-pageants #ruthlessness #sarcasm #satire

He who does not tire, tires adversity. ↗

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

#does #tire #tires #who

Let Sporus tremble — "What? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of ass's milk? Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? Who breaks a Butterfly upon a Wheel?" Yet let me flap this Bug with gilded wings, This painted Child of Dirt that stinks and stings; Whose Buzz the Witty and the Fair annoys, Yet Wit ne'er tastes, and Beauty ne'er enjoys, ↗

— Alexander Pope

#beauty

Theatres are curious places, magician's trick-boxes where the golden memories of dramtic triumphs linger like nostalgic ghosts, and where the unexplainable, the fantastic, the tragic, the comic and the absurd are routine occurences on and off the stage. Murders, mayhem, politcal intrigue, lucrative business, secret assignations, and of course, dinner. ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#actors #dinner #drama #dramatic #fantastic