#whim

A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#catching #chaos #days #defends #hands

A whim, a passing mood, readily induces the novelist to move hearth and home elsewhere. He can always plead work as an excuse to get him out of the clutches of bothersome hosts. ↗

— C. S. Forester

#clutches #elsewhere #excuse #get #hearth

Be it whim or emergency, the modern laboratory is equally at the service of romance, equally ready to gratify mankind with a torpedo or a toy. ↗

— Richard Le Gallienne

#equally #gratify #laboratory #mankind #modern

I cannot make the universe obey me. I cannot make other people conform to my own whims and fancies. I cannot make even my own body obey me. ↗

— Thomas Merton

#cannot #conform #even #fancies #i

This is the devilish thing about foreign affairs: they are foreign and will not always conform to our whim. ↗

— James Reston

#affairs #always #conform #devilish #foreign

You can't take up golf on a whim and find yourself competing against Tiger Woods in the Masters six months later. ↗

— Richard Roeper

#competing #find #golf #later #masters

Innovation is the whim of an elite before it becomes a need of the public. ↗

— Ludwig von Mises

#before #elite #innovation #need #public

They are lovely pigeons to look at and their eyes are full of lessons to learn.." They came back yesterday, they came back home," was the answer. "They came back limping on their feet with their toes turned in so far they nearly turned backward. Every day the last six days I get a telegram, six telegrams from six pigeons--and at last they come home. ↗

— Carl Sandburg

#home

Romance is like maintaining a car. If you do a good job of it, you will always have a dependable quiet ride. ↗

— T.R. Wallace

#romance #whimsy #humor

My great-great grandfather and I were best of friends, although we never met. Fire and shipwreck orphan us – 140 years apart. We escape to imagination to survive our fate. There, midst flights of whimsy we find one another. Companionship quells our loneliness. We create fables and tales, shields against a harsh existence. We must battle animals and humans of prey. Together, he, the future abolitionist-publisher James Thaddeus ‘Blackjack’ Fiction, and I vault from glory-laden adventures to tragedy and then to triumph. I am Raji Singh and this is my story. ↗

— Raji Singh

#fiction #humor #satire #short-story #whimsey