“About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters; How well they understood Its human position; how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along.” HumansWellsSufferingPositionMastersWalkingSorrowEatingUnderstoodWindowOpening Author:W. H. Auden
“The most conspicuous thing about suffering is, as W.H. Auden once observed, its banality. The day is green, the sun is shinging, someone is eating, or opening a window, the torturer's horse is scatching its innocent behind on a tree, and in a mere second someone we love is dead.” SufferingLove IsBehindsSunTreeEatingWindowHorseGreenMereInnocentOpeningBanalityAuden Book:In Sierra Leone Source: In Sierra Leone
“I've been patient with everything - management, coaches, players - but I want to play. I think I took my time eating my soup, the soup is gone. Now it's time for the main course. The appetizers, throw them out the window.” ThinkingWantPlayCoursesGonePlayerEatingWindowManagementPatientCoachesMy TimeSoupAppetizersMain Course Author:Charles Oakley
“Myself--a prince by fortune of my birth, Near to the king in blood, and near in love Till you did make him misinterpret me-- Have stooped my neck under your injuries And sighed my English breath in foreign clouds, Eating the bitter bread of banishment, Whilst you have fed upon my signories, Disparked my parks and felled my forest woods, From my own windows torn my household coat, Rased out my imprese, leaving me no sign, Save men's opinions and my living blood, To show the world I am a gentleman.” MenWorldShowsMy OwnOpinionBloodBirthKingsEatingWindowBreathsFortuneLeavingCloudsWoodsForestsBreadBitterGentlemanParksNecksInjuryFedsHouseholdCoatsTornLeaving MeSave MeFed UpBanishment Book:King Richard II: Third Series Source: King Richard II: Third Series
“When I still lived in Manhattan, people-watching was my hobby, and I spent many Sunday afternoons eating up the scene from a window seat at a Starbucks on Broadway.” PeopleStillsSceneEatingWindowSeatsSundayAfternoonHobbiesBroadwayManhattanStarbucksSunday Afternoons Author:Susan Orlean