Pisces Funny Quotes

How have the dates been treating you?' 'Disgusting,' I said. 'Ah, too bad.' 'Each its own little death.' 'Funny,' he said. 'You're like a little death.' 'What?' I asked. 'You are. You're ... gloomy yet charming. I like it.' 'Well, no one has said that before.' 'You're gently death-ish. You know about death, you're aware of it, and most people aren't anymore. But you're not a killer. You're a soft darkness.

You cheeky fish.” “Stubborn mule.” “Bumbling buffoon.

Funny," he said. "You're like a little death." "What?" I asked. "You are. You're...gloomy yet charming. I like it." "Well, no on has said that before." "You're gently death-ish. You know about death, you're aware of it, and most people aren't anymore. But you're not a killer. You're a soft darkness." A soft darkness.

I was a little scared of her. Even when she said she’d been harming herself there was still a little bit of Claire in her, some of the humor and charm, as though depression was something she could slip out of when she needed to engage with the world. When she needed to protect me from seeing it. But now she was clearly gone. I wondered if it really had to do with David or Trent or any of the men, or if the two just coincided. This seemed so much greater than men. “You’re going to be okay,” I said. But I wasn’t convincing. “I’m gutted. I really just don’t see the point of going on living,” she said. “It just seems so insane. Like, why would you?” “I don’t know,” I said, because truthfully I didn’t. “I’m probably not the best person to talk you out of suicide.” I was trying to make her laugh but she didn’t. Suicide was one of those things that, having been suicidal, in retrospect, I felt like I could talk about without being judgmental. But at the same time, there was no rational reason I could give her to live. Could I say that I was glad I lived? The thing was, I hadn’t really known I was suicidal until I woke up with the doughnuts. Also, even if things were better now, were they ever permanently better? Who was I to put that pressure on her to stay alive? But what kind of person didn’t try to talk their friend out of killing herself? I didn’t want to tell her that she had to live for her children. I knew she felt bad enough about them already. I could have told her what an amazing and fun and funny personality she was, but I knew that right now it all felt to her like just a performance. Her charming personality was only more heaviness—another mask she was going to have to pick up again to prove she hadn’t lost it in the depression. The only reason to put it on again was out of fear that she might never get it back. Otherwise, there was no real reason to have to put on a heavy costume every day. It was too tiring.

David, in particular, possessed a distinct way with words; Nancy’s originality of perception and phrase can without any doubt be traced back to him. It did not come from Sydney, although she was a natural writer, which David was not. Of the two Sydney was also much the more logical and consistent. It was from her that the Mitfords inherited their ability to express themselves clearly and in a sustained manner. A revelation in preparing this present book has been the quality of Sydney’s unpublished writings. But though this material has, particularly for us who knew her, an evocative and special charm, and although it is shrewd and in places funny, it completely lacks the Mitford iridescence – the stylistic fantasy, the queer, sudden illuminations. This iridescence is Nancy’s particular quality. It comes straight from David, and it is a paradox that this man, who was in most ways so conventionally masculine, had a mind that was entirely intuitive, non-logical: the kind of mind often thought of as feminine. Changing one’s mind is said to be a woman’s prerogative; no woman has changed her mind as suddenly or as repeatedly as David, though at any given moment his views appeared solid as a rock. (It is curious that adherents of the pseudo-science of astrology have the opportunity to nod their heads at all this and say but of course, he was a typical Pisces subject.)