#ang

Prophets borrow the omniscience of God to speak with the insolence of angels. But we are only impressed with their authority when they talk to us humbly, as men of inferior rank. ↗

— Bauvard

#authority #god #prophets #men

My men are my references. They're waiting outside for the books. They're dangerous." "Men like that always are. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#books #burn #dangerous #men

Brendan's not the guy you use to figure your shit out, Brendan's the guy you hope you get once you have figured your shit out. ↗

— Nia Forrester

#damaged #riley #unsuitable-men #men

Jack was led out of the dark room into the strong light, and as they guided him up the steps he could see nothing for the glare. 'Your head here sir, if you please,' said the sheriff's man in a low, nervous, conciliating voice, 'and your hands just here.'    The man was slowly fumbling with the bolt, hinge and staple, and as Jack stood there with his hands in the lower half-rounds, his sight cleared: he saw that the broad street was filled with silent, attentive men, some in long togs, some in shore-going rig, some in plain frocks, but all perfectly recognizable as seamen. And officers, by the dozen, by the score: midshipmen and officers. Babbington was there, immediately in front of the pillory, facing him with his hat off, and Pullings, Stephen of course, Mowett, Dundas . . . He nodded to them, with almost no change in his iron expression, and his eye moved on: Parker, Rowan, Williamson, Hervey . . . and men from long, long ago, men he could scarcely name, lieutenants and commanders putting their promotion at risk, midshipmen and master's mates their commissions, warrant-officers their advancement.    'The head a trifle forward, if you please, sir,' murmured the sheriff's man, and the upper half of the wooden frame came down, imprisoning his defenceless face. He heard the click of the bolt and then in the dead silence a strong voice cry 'Off hats'. With one movement hundreds of broad-brimmed tarpaulin-covered hats flew off and the cheering began, the fierce full-throated cheering he had so often heard in battle. ↗

— Patrick O'Brian

#change

Little boys run in gangs, grown men organise teams. ↗

— Habeeb Akande

#gang #men #teams #men

Business is as old as life. There is no living being that does not have a business. ↗

— Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha

#america #business #dangote #ifeanyi-enoch-onuoha #life

Vulnerability is the birthplace of innovation, creativity and change. ↗

— Brené Brown

#creativity #innovation #vulnerability #change

Jenny’s admonition had the desired effect. Ned drew a deep breath and thrust his arm gingerly into the bag, his mouth puckered in distaste. The expression on his face flickered from queasy horror to confusion. From there, it flew headlong into outright bafflement. Shaking his head, he pulled his fist from the bag and turned his hand palm up. For a long moment, the two men stared at the offending lump. It was brightly colored. It was round. It was— “An orange?” Lord Blakely rubbed his forehead. “Not quite what I expected.” He scribbled another notation. “We live in enlightened times,” Jenny murmured. ↗

— Courtney Milan

#jenny #ned #orange #proof-by-seduction #men

This microcosm was pregnant with the germ of a proper time and space, and all the kinds of cosmical beings. Within this punctual cosmos the myriad but not unnumbered physical centers of power, which men conceive vaguely as electrons, protons, and the rest, were at first coincident with one another. And they were dormant. The matter of ten million galaxies lay dormant in a point. ↗

— Olaf Stapledon

#men

Music's a powerful thing. A song can change your mood. Make a memory. One song can change your whole life. ↗

— Kent Moran

#change