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As Anne watched her, she could not help thinking of the age-old question every woman asks herself at some time or other: do I have to swallow it? ↗

— Edward St. Aubyn

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Jesus Christ, it's like living with Stevie bloody Nicks,' I said, 'only without the cocaine, which would be more fun. ↗

— Emily Perkins

#hippies #new-age #spirituality #age

An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing, ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#poem #poet #yeats #age

If you’re an Orthodox believer, then what sustains this framework is the obligation that you follow. But if you live in a democratic, liberal world whose motto is: “Make choices and manage your choices according to what is good for you,” then there is a built-in tension between that which connects and that which divides. Between the material and the intellectual or ethical. Materialism is not a dirty word, but in this tension between the individual and the material on the one hand, and the communal and the ethical on the other, we are at the end of an age in which the material and the individual are triumphing. ↗

— Kalid Gilad

#ethics-and-moral-philosophy #judaism #materialism #otherness #progressives

It must be quite a shock to suddenly find out you're pregnant, seventeen times over—at your age, too. ↗

— Lois McMaster Bujold

#pregnancy #age

doubt is the privilege of those who have lived a long time, ↗

— José Saramago

#cain #doubt #age

I give off good vibes, kids, dogs, and middle-aged divorcées like me ↗

— Tiffanie DeBartolo

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The Biblical account describing God as an eagle teaching his eaglets to fly is exactly the process readers go through as they work through the chapters of this book. "Like an eagle that stirs up its nest and hovers over its young, that spreads its wings to catch them and carries them on its pinions." Deut. 32:11 ↗

— Beth Willis Miller

#eagle-s-wings #age

I suppose that one’s years spent living do not reflect a measure of our souls or strength of character. ↗

— Peter Koevari

#character #year #age

Sinking, sinking, drinking water. When everyone in the village was fasting a long month,when not a grain, not a drop of water passed between the parched lips of any able-bodied man, woman or child over the age of ten, when the sun was hotter than the cooking pot and dusk was just a febrile wish, the hypocrite went down to the pond to duck his head, to dive and sink, to drink and sink a little lower. p. 105 ↗

— Monica Ali

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