Carousels Quotes

Should I just sit down, right here at carousel seven, and shake until somebody's arms are around me and they're saying, 'It's okay, I'm here, I'm here, come with me to the institute. ~ Augusten Burroughs

But no matter their [carousels] colors, the horses all go at the same speed as they circle round and round. They start together. They finish together, too. Nobody is first and nobody is last. Everyone is equal when you ride a carousel. ~ Sharon Langley

What is it about suitcases, lying there empty? Before a trip, they are full of uneasy anticipation. After, they are almost regretful, longing to go back to those unfamiliar hotel rooms, those airport carousels. If items can be discontent, the one that is the most must be an empty suitcase. Or perhaps an undeveloped roll of film. ~ Krysta MacDonald

It mingles in seas of carousels
It becomes the past and knows it not. ~ Gina Marinello-Sweeney

The thing with kids is, if they want to grab for the gold ring, you have to let them do it, and not say anything. If they fall off, they fall off, but it's bad if you say anything to them. ~ J.D. Salinger

I'd like to have the kind of house someday where a carousel horse wouldn't be out of place in the living room. ~ Jay McInerney

After all, spinning is its own reward. There wouldn't be carousels if it weren't so. ~ Adam Gopnik

The carousel's over now," he tells her quietly. "This time your family is waiting for you. ~ Dot Hutchison

Then the carousel started, and I watched her go round and round ... All the kids tried to grap for the gold ring, and so was old Phoebe, and I was sort of afraid she's fall off the goddam horse, but I didn't say or do anything. The thing with kids is, if they want to grab for the gold ring, you have to let them do it, and not say anything. If they fall off, they fall off, but it is bad to say anything to them. ~ J.D. Salinger

So my life has come to this:
all I ever make is laundry.

Awake or asleep, I'm always
shuffling round some shopping mall,

raking through knitwear carousels
that whirl into infinity,

searching, with the fever or teething gums,
for the ultimate cardigan.

Is it any wonder the wardrobe's bursting,
the linen basket overflowing

like an archive of disproved hypotheses?
The grey bras, the shrinking T-shirts,

that embarrassed puddle of lycra,
my favourite dress -- now ruined dress --

my lost remembered, perfect dress:
all laundry, in the end. More laundry. ~ Joanne Limburg

And the seasons they go 'round and 'round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game. ~ Joni Mitchell