Compilations Quotes

“Beautiful mosaics are made of broken or torn material. The most spectacular personal brands are compilations of the same.”
― Ryan Lilly, #Networking is people looking for people looking for people

“Pride and passion are an intense compilation, as beautiful as it looks on the outside, it's toxic beneath the surface; creating a cruel world where your feelings and principles don't matter, goals don't matter, where nothing and no one matters.

Still, people cave in to that intensity, pursuing a fondness for balancing reality and imagination. Because, like a drug, it can make you feel more alive in the moment than anything else - while silently killing some of you inside, little by little, till you finally snap...”
― Savas Mounjid, The Broken Lift

“With the oysters, I'm at the shore, swimming in the heat of the day. She serves us baby cream biscuits and smoked peach butter that taste exactly like those we'd eat around her mother's table during a Sunday dinner, only better, tweaked in a way that makes me want to taste it again and again. Buttermilk panna cotta with spot prawns and spring vegetables pulls me right into lazy picnics in Delilah's backyard, when we'd gorge on plump peas, sweet tomatoes, crisp cucumbers. The tender shrimp and tart buttermilk--- all of this is our childhood on a plate.
I never wanted to look too closely at that time, but it's slapping me tight in the face. Oddly, it doesn't hurt. Not this version. It feels fragile and rare, like I should be protecting it, like I should be proud of where we come from and who we are.
And then the menu changes on me. The servers bring out what Delilah says is butter-poached cod with potato galette and shellfish emulsion dotted with petals of mango and peach. It is the clean taste of the sea; it is buttery velvet along my tongue, bright bursts of juicy fruit. Underneath it all is a crisp, airy version of what is essentially a gourmet tater tot.
The taste is erotic. Heat and lust wash over me in a wave that has my balls clenching and my cock stiffening. I can't figure out why. Then it hits me like a kick to the chest. This dish is us. Frantic kissing on the beach, eating juicy mangos at the market, peaches and tater tots. She's created us. A compilation of all she holds dear.”
― Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy