The eye can travel over the surface in a way parallel to the way it moves over nature. It should feel caressed and soothed, experience frictions and ruptures, glide and drift. One moment, there will be nothing to look at and the next second the canvas seems to refill, to be crowded with visual events.
I trust you have seen the ocean. If you have, then you have witnessed the divine. How barren the ground is in comparison! If I could count the hours I have spent staring out at it! And yet those hours never feel lost. I cannot imagine how else I could refill them were I given a second chance.
I live 30 times faster and more intensely than most people, so every year is a whole generation for me. I'd like my combo meal with a side of long white beard, and I'd like it to go. Now, damnit! Fast food simply isn't fast enough for me. I'm so quick that I need a refill on my drink, and I haven't even taken a sip.
It's a long story. Want a refill?" "No, let's start the steak. Where's the button?" "Right here." "Well, push it." "Me? You offered to cook." "Ben Caxton, I will lie here and starve before I will get up to push a button six inches from your finger" "As you wish." He pressed the button. "But don't forget who cooked dinner.
Robert A. Heinlein
The line of gray along the horizon is brighter now, and with the coming light I feel a certainty: that there is, despite our wild imaginings, only one life. The ghostly others, no matter how real they seem, no matter how badly we need them, are phantoms. The one life we're left with is sufficient to fill and refill our imperfect hearts with joy, and then to shatter them. And it never, ever lets up.
Since time is the one immaterial object which we cannot influence - neither speed up nor slow down, add to nor diminish - it is an imponderably valuable gift. Each of us has a few minutes a day or a few hours a week which we could donate to an old folks home or a children's hospital ward. The elderly whose pillows we plump or whose water pitchers we refill may or may not thank us for our gift, but the gift is upholding the foundation of the universe.
JUST KEEP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING, YOU GONNA MAKE ME TAKE YOU DOWN LIKE I'M ABOUT TO WRESTLE YOU PROMISE THAT I'LL DO EVERYTHING I'M LOVING YOU, I'LL DO MY BEST TO PLEASURE YOU! THAT GIRL AND IN YOUR HEAD UP ASS SHINING, TAKE UP HAIR, MAKE-UP, ALL MESSED UP I DID HIS BACK CAUSE I'M SCRATCHED UP THEM NIGGAS NICE, BUT I'M FUCKED UP I'M IN THE CLUB WITH MY CUP UP LIKE I'M ASKING GOD FOR A REFILL! CHICKS ON POLE, FINE DRILL CLUB ON IT, LIKE WHAT BILL REAL NIGGAS, Y'ALL KNOW WHAT IT IS!
When I was writing, it was necessary for me to read after I had written. If you kept thinking about it, you would lose the thing that you were writing before you could go on with it the next day. It was necessary to exercise, to be tired in the body, and it was very good to make love with whom you loved. That was better than anything. But afterwards, when you were empty, it was necessary to read in order to think or not worry about your work until you could do it again. I had learned already never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
During intermission she peeked out at the theater, watching it refill. When it was almost full and the lights blinked on and off, she saw three people file in through the center door and her breath caught. Time lapsed as they walked down the center aisle: three teenage girls all in a row. They were so big, so bright, so beautiful, so magnificent to Carmen's eyes that she thought she was imagining them. They were like goddesses, like Titans. She was so proud of them! They were benevolent and they were righteous. Now, these were friends.
You Might Not Be A Wife Material, Neither Might You Be Worth Mothering Anyone's Child, According To PEOPLE. You Are However ENOUGH To Make God Leave His Throne And Come Down To Earth To Change Your Situation. You Are ENOUGH To Make Mary Virgin Again For Your Worth To Be Seen Not By The Naked Eye. You Are ENOUGH To Reverse The Curse Of Adam And Eve For God To Redeem You. You Are ENOUGH, My Sister, For Jesus To Be Crucified Again, Just For God To Refill Your Cup.
This is an especially good time for you vacationers who plan to fly, because the Reagan administration, as part of the same policy under which it recently sold Yellowstone National Park to Wayne Newton, has "deregulated" the airline industry. What this means for you, the consumer, is that the airlines are no longer required to follow any rules whatsoever. They can show snuff movies. They can charge for oxygen. They can hire pilots right out of Vending Machine Refill Person School.
The mind is a magnet and we attract that with which we identify the self. In order to get the most out of life we must learn consciously to change many of our habitual thought patterns. This is not easy, for our old thought patterns cling to us with great tenacity, but, being thought patterns, they can be reversed. If you are filled with fear, refill yourself with faith, for faith always overcomes fear.
How can you still count yourself a knight, when you have forsaken every vow you ever swore?" Jaime reached for the flagon to refill his cup. "So many vows... they make you swear and swear. Defend the king. Obey the king. Keep his secrets. Do his bidding. Your life for his. But obey your father. Love your sister. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Respect the gods. Obey the laws. It's too much. No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or the other.
George R.R. Martin
Miss McClure... ' he had been talking while her mind drifted off. She brought her gaze back to his face, trying to focus on the flinty stare and thin line of his lips. 'Sorry, I was distracted. And can't you call me Bryn?' 'I'll try, but generally I prefer a more formal approach in business dealings. It keeps the relationship clear.' 'Like, you in charge, the other person in submission?' The words popped out before she edited herself. Her eyes grew large as she watched his face go through a change of expression. A slight smile hovered at the corner of his mouth. 'Yes, something like that. Might I get a refill?' He held up his empty glass.
Mr. Lisbon knew his parental and neighborly duty entailed putting the retainer in a Ziploc bag, calling the Kriegers, and telling them their expensive orthodontal device was in safe keeping. Acts like theses - simple, humane, conscientious, forgiving - held life together. Only a few days earlier he would have been able to perform them. But now he took the retainer and dropped it in the toiler. He pressed the handle. The retainer, jostled int he surge, disappeared down the porcelain throat, and, when waters abated, floated triumphantly, mockingly, out, Mr. Lisbon waited for the tank to refill and flushed again, but the same thing happened. The replica of the boy's mouth clung to the white slope.
I KNOW SOME LIL' NIGGAS THAT THIRST CREAM THAT POP A BITCH ON CAMERA AND WE AIN'T TALKIN' BOUT TWERK TEAM SHOOTIN' UP CRIBS TURNIN' PORCHES TO SMOKESCREENS MAMA SMOKING NIGHTMARES CHASIN' HER PIPE DREAM HARD TO GIVE ADVICE BEHIND THE MIND OF THE CALL SO HIS LIMITS HAVE CEILINGS CAUSE HIS POP BEHIND WALLS SCHOOL BECOME A FREE MEAL TREE BECOME A CHEAP THRILL SAME PRICES PA PAID HE GON' PAY A CHEAP DEAL HOURGLASSS EMPTY BUT HE LOOKIN' FOR A REFILL REVOLVER BREAKDANCIN, YEAH HE MAKE THAT BITCH WINDMILL GUESS HE'S JUST A PSYCHO IN THE CITY IN THE CHRYSLER EVERYBODY LIVIN' SPITEFUL NIGGA LOOKIN' JUST TO ICE YOU SO WE LIVIN' HOSTILE JUST TO COP SOME AEROPOSTALE TRENCHCOAT MAFIA, FOR A LIL' HOLLISTER GOTTA GET HIS DOLLAS UP SO WE HIT THE DICE GAME LOST ALL HIS RE-UP, NOW HE ROB THE DICE GAME PROBATION VIOLATION CALL HIS ASS THE SON OF SATAN GOT THESE OLD NIGGAS SCARED LIKE IT'S CRYSTAL LAKE AND JASON CAUSE THEY BEEN THROUGH CASES THEY AIN'T TRYNA GO BACK FRESH MEAT UP ON THE STREET HE GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT SNATCHIN' CARTI'S DOWNTOWN WEAR 'EM SAME DAMN WEEK TRYNA GET THE SAME BITCHES ON THE SAME DAMN STREET ROB A HO ASS NIGGA AT THE SAME DAMN TIME AT THE SAME DAMN TIME, AT THE SAME DAMN TIME CAUSE THEY GREMLINS