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Moist made a mental note: envelopes with a stamp already on, and a sheet of folded paper inside them: Instant Letter Kit, Just Add Ink! That was an important rule of any game: always make it easy for people to give you money.
I faced the gaudy sunflower on her canvas bag
it looked hand-painted and at last my eyes fell into hers. I said, 'Thanks for the card.' Her smile put the sunflower to shame. She walked off.
An empty envelope that is sealed contains a secret.
Post man is a past man today
If only there was enough space on this tiny card to evoke my unfettered joie de vivre for what you have done. The gaiety, the mirth, the heavenly bubbling of every effusive cell that sings inside me for your kind and pithy offering.
This is a Happy Birthday card,
Made with lots of love by me
It's to a
Very Important Parent A VIP ... and you are she
I'm interested in humor, and greeting cards just happen to be a perfect medium for my message. They're accessible to everyone, and thanks to all the advances that have been made by environmentally conscientious printers, I can get my message across while keeping my carbon footprint relatively small.
Words are only postage stamps delivering the object for you to unwrap
This card comes with best wishes
for a day that's fun all through,
a day of love and laughter
especially for you.
My music and my lyrics are essentially emotional postcards.
When narratives fracture, when words fail, I take consolation from the part of my life that always works: the stationery order. The mail-order stationery people supply every need from royal blue Quink to a dazzling variety of portable hard drives.
This card entitles the holder to unlimited admission
is imprinted on one side in black ink, and on the reverse it reads:
Le Cirque des Reves
and in smaller letters beneath that:
Chandresh Christophe Lefevere, Proprietor
Dear Daddy, Do you observe the postmark?
Every American, I think, should be able to fill out their taxes on a postcard.
The reduction of anguish to Hallmark-card hurt. The
A friend of mine once sent me a post card with a picture of the entire planet Earth taken from space. On the back it said, 'Wish you were here.
They have started to arrive. An endless cascade of luxuriously quilted envelopes, thumping onto the doormat. The wedding invitations.
Stamp-collectors are a strange, silent fish-like breed, of all ages, but only of the male sex; women, apparently, fail to see the peculiar charm of gumming bits of coloured paper into albums.
The post-office is a wonderful establishment! The regularity and dispatch of it! If one thinks of all that it has to do, and all that it does so well, it is really astonishing!
Life! What Inscrutable Card Shall Ye Throw Next Upon the Soft Felt of Our Days?
And none will hear the postman's knock
Without a quickening of the heart.
For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?
saying. 'I want it as a birthday present to my venerable
Why send a letter when you can send something truly magnificent?
I freighted a leaf with a mental message for the friends at home, and dropped it in the stream. But I put no stamp on it and it was held for postage somewhere.
One of the key pleasures of receiving a letter is the act of holding and entering the envelope - a sort of cross between Christmas and sex.
I love a card. You know, cards? At birthdays? I collect them.
In last year's local elections in Manchester a third of those who voted did so by post. It's not just that people are choosing to get postal votes, but having one makes it much more likely that they'll vote.
A letter is an unannounced visit, the postman the agent of rude surprises. One ought to reserve an hour a week for receiving letters and afterwards take a bath.
I got a postcard from my gynecologist. It said, Did you know it's time for your annual check-up? No, but now my mailman does.
Chain letters are the postal equivalent of intestinal flu: you get it and pass it along to your friends.
The sending of a letter constitutes a magical grasp upon the future.
this whale carries the everlasting mail!
Poems aren't postcards to send home.
Eleanor hadn't written him a letter, it was a postcard.
Just three words long. pg. 325
A Hallmark card with paragraphs about my beauty written by a stranger is vaguely depressing.
I got a chain letter by fax. It's very simple. You just fax a dollar bill to everybody on the list.
As much as I loved my computer, I wondered if I would ever know the joy of getting a letter from someone I loved, being able to pour over its contents time and time again, to feel the paper that he touched, and to know he took the time to share his day.
I get notes posted on my windscreen wipers and through my letterbox.
This isn't a letter, it's a gift.
If the postman is saying hello to you, then I feel like, wow, thats something special.
extra pack of dog cards.
Dear Alec and Magnus, How are you? Everything's just fine here. Thanks for you postcard with the picture of the Taj Mahal. It looks nice. Disregard my last few postcards. I see I overdid it. To make it up to you, I'm going to redecorate Magnus's loft for free. -Izzy
Small things can start us off in new ways of thinking, and I was started off by the postage stamps of our area.
Post Horses and Conveyances of every description may be ordered by the electric telegraph to be in readiness on the arrival of a train, at either Paddington or Slough Station.
Do as you like with me. I'm your parcel. I have only our address on me. Open me, or readdress me.
I like to write paper mail - nobody does that anymore - with my pen pals.
A letter is the most imperishable thing on earth.
stationery of Magnum Opus,
Perhaps there is no greater test of a man's regularity and easiness of conscience than his readiness to face the postman. Blessed is he who is made happy by the sound of a rat-tat! The good are eager for it; but the naughty tremble at the sound thereof.
Please select a card. No I don't have to see the card ... I've already seen this trick ...
I recognized Meg's swirly handwriting and crooked my index finger into the side of the envelope to rip it open. There was no letter. Just a picture.
A picture of Meg holding a picture of me.
The word HOME echoed through my body like a rifle shot.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE CARDBOARD BOX
I squirrel away sealed greeting cards that people give me so I can open them later when I'm having a bad day.
Could you double-check the envelope?
When I was a postdoc, I jotted every fresh thought on a three-by-five card and kept them in a card catalogue.
The post office is raising the price of stamps again. I heard that and said to myself, 'If only there was an inexpensive electronic way of communicating.'
P.O. Box Love is a wonderfully engrossing and romantic novel that takes the reader from Milan to New York and back again through the letters Federico and Emma mail to each other. Paola Calvetti's book will captivate your mind and steal your heart."
Isabella Rossellini
All remember about my mother," Nibs told them, "is that she often said to my father, 'Oh, how I wish I had a cheque-book of my own!' I don't know what a cheque-book is, but I should just love to give my mother one.
The untreated cardboard sleeve around the venti-plus cup, stamped with biodegradable inks, proclaiming the coffee shop's proud independence, the simple black printing on the flecked card making its own statement about authenticity.
Money's scarce
Times are hard
Here's your fucking
Xmas card
Hang o'er the Box, and hover round the Ring. Think what an equipage thou hast in Air, 45 And view with scorn two Pages and a Chair.
It was like the moment before you open a present, still hidden inside its box and wrappings; while you're waiting to find out what it is, the eagerness and impatience and curiosity and anticipation grip you in an even stronger, more thrilling way than you feel after you find out what's inside.
Yearly Christmas card that reads 'Still haven't killed myself, Merry Christmas.' Life
I was a Christmas present that was delivered unwrapped.
The two most beautiful words in the English language are 'cheque enclosed.
New Year's cards from friends -
colored patterns
of my life
No matter what type of cards life deals you ... always try to smile and be happy!
A postcard. Neat handwriting fills the rectangle.
Half my days I cannot bear to touch you.
The rest of my time I feel like it doesn't matter if I will ever see you again. It isn't the morality, it's how much you can bear.
No date. No name attached.
I remember when an editor at the National Geographic promised to run about a dozen of my landscape pictures from a story on the John Muir trail as an essay, but when the group of editors got together, someone said that my pictures looked like postcards.
Handwriting challenges aside, I love paper cards. I love the endless stewing involved in picking them out at the store. I love buying holiday stamps at the post office, and I love that 'whoosh' sound the cards make when I drop them into the mail slot.
Christmas cards ... are technically only junk mail from people you know.
Whenever I send a book by parcel post and the clerk at the post office asks me, "Is there anything dangerous in the package?", I'm always tempted to answer: "Yes -- ideas.
We've sent this message in this card to wish you a happy birthday, hope your day is a special one because you deserve it in every way.
Now I have to have the biggest P.O. box in the entire post office to get all the manuscripts coming in.
Not for the first time in the history of the universe, someone for whom communication normally came as effortlessly as a dream was stuck for inspiration when faced with a few lines on the back of a card.
The most interesting thing about a postage stamp is the persistence with which it sticks to its job.
I slipped the envelope into it, there in the wide lower corridor of the Arts Building with people passing me on the way to classes, on the way to have a smoke and maybe a game of bridge in the Common Room. On their way to deeds they didn't know they had in them.
I've read up to Lot #49, which is a valuable postage stamp.
Letters
I've never sent.
This life
we're only renting.
Battered the world is -
bartered -
wander over it
the stars finding
us wanting.
Carloads of tourists would photograph the family mailbox, and there was weird mail, death threats.
As long as there are postmen, life will have zest.
At the Door VIII. A Hand at Cards IX. The Game Made X.
I get out of the taxi and it's probably the only city which in reality looks better than on the postcards, New York.
Jungle post arrives. Two biscuits for me. A poem and a pressed flower from Comrade Narmada. A lovely letter from Maase. (Who is she? Will I ever know?) Comrade
Big F took out a small box, unwrapped
In a similar vein the author recalls sending an email to a senior music executive in the early 2000's and getting a reply in the post, hand written on a print out of his original email.
A library card is the start of a lifelong adventure.
Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. [The Motto Of The U.S. Postal Service]
E-mail is a modern Penny Post: the world is a single city with a single postal rate.
Some travelers collect souvenirs, postcards, or bumper stickers; I bring home a pencil from the various places I visit.
Of this stamp is the cant of, Not men, but measures.
We have been flooded with postal cards from all over the United States and several parallel universes. Just a quick glance though these cards is enough to remind you why this great nation, despite all the talk of decline, still leads the world in tranquilizer consumption.
I love the rebelliousness of snail mail, and I love anything that can arrive with a postage stamp. There's something about that person's breath and hands on the letter.
He's Post-it-noted the window," Tom says, peering to see what it reads. "It says 'Call me' and his mobile number. I might just do that," he muses. "He's kind of cute.
Do you want to hold it?' she asked, dangling the padded envelope in front of Hale with two fingers.
'No.'
'Do you want to touch it and kiss it and wear it around your neck?'
'Don't be silly,' he told her. 'Everyone knows green isn't my color.
I needed to recognize those secrets I was keeping from myself- secrets I had buried long ago. I needed Post Secret just as much as the other people who were mailing me their secrets.
A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.
I hope for quick, fluent copy and memorable pictures. The words would not 'describe' the pictures; the pictures would not 'illustrate' the words. Together, they would carry a stamp and tell a story.
This is the first letter I have ever written. That a few marks on this piece of paper can bring you my heart in my absence is a great magic. Life is a constant source of wonder.
Presents of love fear not to be ill taken of strangers.