#tony

My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#monotony #life

[Tony] Pérez stood out because he was a clutch hitter. And like Bench and Morgan and Rose, it was a clutch October hit that immortalized him in baseball’s postseason lore. The powerful first baseman hit three home runs against Boston during the 1975 World Series, but none bigger than his blast against Bill Lee. ↗

— Tucker Elliot

#cincinnati-reds #tony-perez #home

I know you enjoy coffee, I´d offer you some. But, the last time I got you coffee, it didn´t work out so well for me." Tony smirked, "God, Claire you´re something else. I can´t imagine anyone else joking about that." "Well, see, you misinterpreted. I wasn´t joking. I´m actually still pissed as hell. ↗

— Aleatha Romig

#imagination

I didn't have a heart until I meet you. That smile is killin me too. I can't look away. Can I always stay? I can't look away. I need to stay. I didn't have a heart until I meet you. ↗

— Jenni James

#jenni-james #love #lyrics #northanger-alibi #tony-russo

...Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love; we cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report... ↗

— William Shakespeare

#cleopatra #love

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony. ↗

— Benjamin Britten

#beautiful #beauty #cruel #disappointment #everlasting

If there were a party of those who aren't sure they're right, I'd belong to it. ~(Camus, as quoted by Tony Judt) ↗

— Albert Camus

#ethics #philosophy #tony-judt #ethics

He who is not contented with what he has, would not be contented with what he would like to have. ↗

— Socrates

#contentment #gluttony #greed #greed

Man was born for society. However little He may be attached to the World, He never can wholly forget it, or bear to be wholly forgotten by it. Disgusted at the guilt or absurdity of Mankind, the Misanthrope flies from it: He resolves to become an Hermit, and buries himself in the Cavern of some gloomy Rock. While Hate inflames his bosom, possibly He may feel contented with his situation: But when his passions begin to cool; when Time has mellowed his sorrows, and healed those wounds which He bore with him to his solitude, think you that Content becomes his Companion? Ah! no, Rosario. No longer sustained by the violence of his passions, He feels all the monotony of his way of living, and his heart becomes the prey of Ennui and weariness. He looks round, and finds himself alone in the Universe: The love of society revives in his bosom, and He pants to return to that world which He has abandoned. Nature loses all her charms in his eyes: No one is near him to point out her beauties, or share in his admiration of her excellence and variety. Propped upon the fragment of some Rock, He gazes upon the tumbling waterfall with a vacant eye, He views without emotion the glory of the setting Sun. Slowly He returns to his Cell at Evening, for no one there is anxious for his arrival; He has no comfort in his solitary unsavoury meal: He throws himself upon his couch of Moss despondent and dissatisfied, and wakes only to pass a day as joyless, as monotonous as the former. ↗

— Matthew Gregory Lewis

#contentment #discontentment #hermit #hermits #hopelessness

Monotony has nothing to do with a place; monotony, either in its sensation or its infliction, is simply the quality of a person. There are no dreary sights; there are only dreary sight seers. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#marshes #monotony #boredom