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Could conceivably
The foundations of Empire are often occasions of woe; their dismemberment, always.
So you're saying, we've got a, a shoggoth gap?
Stupidity is painfully.
I answer in the affirmative with an emphatic 'No.'
And woe succeeds woe.
Annoyingly attractive
You're kind of... distracting.
Am I?
Yes. In the best way.
I think yes is the most beautiful and necessary word in the English language.
Something is not right,' Weavyr announced. She crouched lower over one spot in the Wyrd and tugged, redirecting the threads. In the moments that followed, throughout the world, hearts were broken, brilliant careers were launched and dreams were dashed. A volleyball serve also went awry.
I really am ruggedly handsome, aren't I?
My mind is reeling.
It suddenly struck me that Dawsey is a lonesome person. I think it may be that he has always been lonely, but he didn't mind before, and now he minds.
Like a weighted diver sinking in an ocean
of mediocrity, under the pressure of men with
gelatin eyes, rubber voices, spiral-shaped
convictions, non-committal souls and non-committing
hands ...
To some degree. I know I couldn't do it anymore.
Are you insinuating that I am a purveyor of terminological inexactitudes?
Err on the side of awesome.
With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.
Do you really think so?-- Harper Lee
Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage,
Till pitying Nature signs the last release,
And bids afflicted worth retire to peace.
There is a woe that is wisdom, a woe that is madness.
It's embarrassingly plain how inadequate language is.
Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams,
Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical,
I and this mystery here we stand.
strangely ambivalent about
I do not say correct or savory. I do not say seemly or even natural. I say serious. Sensationally serious. Unspeakably serious. Solemnly, recklessly, blissfully serious.
The adverb is not your friend.
Nothing is always absolutely so
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Nothing is more hopeless than a scheme of merriment.
Rewrite your tale of woe as a tale of wow
For sure, th' world is in a confusion that passes me or any other man to understand; it needs fettling, and who's to fettle it, if it's as yon folks say, and there's nought but what we see?
At this particular moment, there's just no question about it.
this word needs to be reworded ==========
Lonesome, no more!
Doom is dark and deeper than any sea-dingle.
A word to the wise is infuriating.
I confess I found it somewhat insipid when I last went ... it was all so prosy - so bonnety - so whisty and teacuppy - you see, the adjectives for it do not even exist, and I must invent them.
The word troubled her, though. 'Indispensable.' It was a word people tended to resort to when dispensability was in the air.
Words indeed have been my ruin; they have consumed me, and to the end I cannot be free of them.
So weenybeenyveenyteeny.
If only ... the two most miserable words in the English language. If only.
There are times when phrases such as 'totally astonished' just don't do the job. I am, of course, delighted and honoured and, needless to say, flabbergasted.
looked upon as misfortunes, which must be
Alone!-that worn-out word, So idly spoken, and so coldly heard; Yet all that poets sing and grief hath known Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word ALONE!
Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
Now, are you just a bloody noisy tosspot, or are you going to help me?
Is the most pitiful word in history, and it's a lame excuse,
I'm not very happy idle.
I think the adverb is a much-maligned part of speech. It's always accused of being oppressive, even tyrannical, when in fact it's so supple and sly.
Few from too near inspection fail to lose, Distance on all a mellowing haze bestows; And who is not indebted to that aid Which throws his failures into welcome shade?
tightly, without
Yes! In the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live ALONE,
So much, I think then. There is still so very much to lose.Lose-- Cynthia Hand
I do not know if there is a more dreadful word in the English language than that word "lost."
a confused heap of mingle-mangle").
We are disposable tonight.
We are regrettable tonight.
We can't touch one another without the world imploding, tonight.
If i wasn't an accident mustn't I be a crushing disappointment?
Is "defeatedly" a word? As in, "She sighed defeatedly as spell-check implied that 'defeatedly' isn't a real word.
You and I wear the dangerous looseness of doom and find it becoming. Life,for eternal us,is now;and now is much too busy being a little more than everything to seem anything,catastrophic included.
Trust me not at all, or all in all.
incredulous. Miss
wondering whether
I never cease to amaze myself. And I say this humbly
Yes and no are soon said, but give much to think over.
Are you the sort of boy who finds fault with every little thing, however trivial?
If it's not an absolute YES, it's a NO
Only I am clumsy, like drifting on the waves of the sea, without direction.
The word I think of is precarious. I am struck by how precarious it all is. How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them.
Lugubrious and pretentious at the same time.
I'm going home, but there's nothing for me there. I am adrift. I hate that word.
I'm alternatingly brilliant and witless-and sleepless: bed is just a swamp to roll in.
No, Mr. Carton. I am sure that the best part of it might still be; I am sure that you might be much, much worthier of yourself.
- Beclouded The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day How some one treated him; Nature, like us, is sometimes caught Without her diadem.
Even as I think them, the words lose their context, dissolve into grains of absurdity in the vast ocean of day-to-day hunger.
Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.
We need to remove unworthy from our vocabulary and replace it with hope and work.
Are you and I perchance caught up in a dream from which we have not yet awakened?
Life protracted is protracted woe.
Gloriousness and wretchedness need each other. One inspires us, the other softens us.
Blissful wonder!
Well? What could I say?
I said, Yes-- Amy Plum
By the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes
a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes.
iconoclastically.
Woyzeck
Yes, Captain, virtue! That I haven't figured out yet. I'm just a poor guy. The likes of us are wretched in this world and the next. If we ever got to heaven, we'd have to help make the thunder.
We are still tossed about by the disturbances of this life, which is like a stormy sea, where those who are not attached to J[esus] C[hrist] and the duties of their state, as was our dear departed, are shipwrecked.
But now I'm wondering if I need it anymore, if we ever really need these words, "Dauntless," "Erudite," "Divergent," "Allegiant," or if we can just be friends or lovers or siblings, defined instead by the choices we make and the love and loyalty that binds us.
And thus much concerning Pliable.
Poor wretches that depend
On greatness' favor, dream as I have done;
Wake, and find nothing.
Did you wake up on the stupid side of the bed this morning?
You can tell there's an election coming soon. People are already using the word "fundamentally" in excess.
Many an irritating fault, many an unlovely oddity, has come of a hard sorrow.
You know, you're rather amusingly wrong.
It becomes a matter to be put to the test of battle, when someone makes a conjunction of a word which belongs in the bailiwick of the adverbs.
The whimsicalness of our own humor is a thousand times more fickle and unaccountable than what we blame so much in fortune.
The technique of winning is so shoddy, the terms of winning are so ignoble, the tenure of winning is so brief; and the specter of the has-been-a shameful rather than a pitiable sight today-brings a sudden chill even to our sunlit moments.
we were never a match;
always a marvelous misfit.
I do not love famous nightclubs. They make me feel very cheerless and abandoned. Am I applying that word correctly? Abandoned?
Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?
If words fall into disrepair, what will substitute? They are all we have
The world is surely not worth living now, is it?