“I was tired of an outlaw's life. I have been hunted for twenty-one years. I have literally lived in the saddle. I have never known a day of perfect peace. It was one long, anxious, inexorable, eternal vigil. When I slept it was literally in the midst of an arsenal. If I heard dogs bark more fiercely than usual, or the feet of horses in a greater volume of sound than usual, I stood to arms. Have you any idea of what a man must endure who leads such a life? No, you cannot. No one can unless he lives it for himself.” IfsMenYearsLongHas BeensIdeasSoundPerfectKnownGreaterHeardFeetDogArmsEternalHorseTwentiesTiredEndureMidstAnxiousUsualVolumeBarkTwenty OneArsenalOutlawHuntedInexorableSaddlesPerfect Peace Author:Frank James
“At twenty a man is a peacock, at thirty a lion, at forty a camel, at fifty a serpent, at sixty a dog, at seventy an ape, at eighty a nothing at all.” MenAgeTimeDogTwentiesAgingThirtyFiftyFortyLionsSixtySeventiesEightyApesSerpentCamelsPeacock Book:The Art of Worldly Wisdom Source: The Art of Worldly Wisdom
“What the altar-bound of today end up buying from their numberless vendors is a dog's breakfast of bridal excess - part society wedding of the twenties, part Long Island Italian wedding of the fifties. It's The Philadelphia Story and The Wedding Singer served up together in one curious and costly buffet.” LongEndsStoriesTodayTogetherDogTwentiesBoundsSingersCuriousIslandsBuyingBreakfastItalianExcessAltarsPhiladelphiaBuffetsLong IslandVendorsBridal Author:Caitlin Flanagan
“In early youth, if we find it difficult to control our feelings, so we find it difficult to vent them in the presence of others. On the spring side of twenty, if anything affects us, we rush to lock ourselves up in our room, or get away into the street or the fields; in our earlier years we are still the savages of nature, and we do as the poor brutes do. The wounded stag leaves the herd; and if there is anything on a dog's faithful heart, he slinks away into a corner.” IfsYearsHeartStillsFeelingsDifficultSidesPoorRoomsStreetsDogFieldsYouthSolitudeSpringTwentiesCornersFaithfulGet AwayLocksSavagesWoundedBrutesHerdsStags Author:Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton
“Every time. You know why? I want to fail. I work like a dog for twenty years so I'll have the supreme pleasure of failing. Never knew anybody like that, did you? I'm very cunning. I plan it in advance. I fool myself right up to the last minute, and then the time comes and I know how cunningly I've been planning it all the time. I've been a failure all my life.” KnowsWantYearsLastsPleasureKnow HowPlansFailingMinutesDogFoolTwentiesSupremePlanningCunningLast Minute Author:Wallace Stegner
“I read the Odyssey because it was the story of a man who returned home after being absent for more than twenty years and was recognized only by his dog.” MenYearsStoriesHomeFriendshipDogTwentiesSelflessnessAbsentOdyssey Author:Guillermo Cabrera Infante
“Most people are sensitized to animals through their cats and dogs, but for me it was a flounder. I used to go fishing with my dad as a kid and always felt bad about yanking these panic-stricken creatures from the water. I stopped eating fish as an adolescent and went vegan at twenty.” PeopleKidsUsedFeltWaterAnimalDogDadCreaturesEatingCatTwentiesMy DadFishesFishingVeganPanicCat And Dog Author:Dan Mathews
“What we do is inherently self-centered and sort of narcissistic. It's hard to really be thinking about myself all of the time when I have a dog who needs me to be caring for him twenty-four seven.” ThinkingNeedsSelfHardFourDogTwentiesSevenCaringSelf CenteredNarcissistic Author:Bitsie Tulloch
“Out of a human population on earth of four and a half billion, perhaps twenty people can write a book in a year. Some people lift cars, too. Some people enter week-long sled-dog races, go over Niagara Falls in a barrel, fly planes through the Arc de Triomphe. Some people feel no pain in childbirth. Some people eat cars. There is no call to take human extremes as norms.” PeopleFeelsWritingYearsHumansLongBookEarthPainFallRaceHalfFourWeekDogCarTwentiesPopulationExtremesBillionsLiftsPlanesNormChildbirthBarrelsArcsNo PainHuman PopulationNiagaraNiagara Falls Author:Annie Dillard
“... I tried to end our little duel. I called out pacifying words; I entreated; I finally surrendered. Still Clyde came, my pirate costume so great a success that it had apparently convinced him that we were back in the golden days of romantic old New Orleans when gentlemen decided matters of hot dog honor at twenty paces” LittlesStillsEndsMatterDogHonorDecidedTwentiesHotConvincedGoldenGentlemanPaceCostumesNew OrleansPirateHot DogGolden Days Book:A Confederacy of Dunces Source: A Confederacy of Dunces
“Of all the Hathaway sisters,” Cam said equably, “Beatrix is the one most suited to choose her own husband. I trust her judgment.” Beatrix gave him a brilliant smile. “Thank you, Cam.” “What are you thinking?” Leo demanded of his brother-in-law. “You can’t trust Beatrix’s judgment.” “Why not?” “She’s too young,” Leo said. “I’m twenty-three,” Beatrix protested. “In dog years I’d be dead.” ThinkingYearsSaidLawYoungThreeDogBrotherHusbandJudgmentTwentiesBrilliantWhy NotIn-lawsBrother In Law Author:Lisa Kleypas
“The good folks mostly win, courage usually triumphs over fear, the family dog hardly ever contracts rabies: these are things I knew at twenty-five, and things I still know now, at the age of 25 x 2. But I know something else as well: there's a place in most of us where the rain is pretty much constant, the shadows are always long, and the woods are full of monsters. It is good to have a voice in which the terrors of such a place can be articulated and its geography partially described, without denying the sunshine and clarity that fill so much of our ordinary lives. (viii)” KnowsWellsLongStillsAgeWinningVoiceFiveDogOrdinaryShadowRainTwentiesConstantFolksTerrorWoodsMonstersClarityTriumphSunshineContractsGeographyTwenty FiveOrdinary LifeRabies Author:Stephen King
“She still had her bad days, no question, when the black dog of depression sniffed her out and settled its crushing weight on her chest and breathed its pungent dog breath in her face. On those days she called in sick to the IT shop where, most days, she untangled tangled networks for a song. On those days she pulled down the shades and ran dark for twelve or twenty-four or seventy-two hours, however long it took for the black dog to go on home to its dark master.” LongStillsTwoHomeFacesSongBlackHoursDarkFourDogMastersGoes OnSickWeightTwentiesBreathsRanCrushShopsChestsShadeTwelveSeventiesBad DayTangled Author:Lev Grossman