#ardor

It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom. ↗

— Wallace Stevens

#ardor #boredom #excites #known #scholars

Learning is not attained by chance, it must be sought for with ardor and diligence. ↗

— Abigail Adams

#ardor #attained #chance #diligence #learning

Tolerance - the function of an extinguished ardor - tolerance cannot seduce the young. ↗

— Emile M. Cioran

#cannot #extinguished #function #seduce #tolerance

One pits his wits against apparently inscrutable nature, wooing her with ardor but nature is blind justice who cannot recognize personal identity. ↗

— Charles Brenton Huggins

#apparently #ardor #blind #cannot #her

Children are remarkable for their intelligence and ardor, for their curiosity, their intolerance of shams, the clarity and ruthlessness of their vision. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#children #clarity #curiosity #intelligence #intolerance

This Theresa maddened with her messages a scientist on our easily maddened planet; his anagram looking name, Sig Lemanski, had been partly derived by Van from that of Aqua's last doctor. When Leymanski's obsession turned into love, and one's sympathy got focused on his enchanting, melancholy, betrayed wife (nee Antilia Glems), our author found himself confronted with the distressful task of now stamping out in Antilia, a born brunette, all traces of Ada, thus reducing yet another character to a dummy with bleached hair. After beaming Sig a dozen communications from her planet, Theresa flies over to him, and he, in his laboratory, has to place her on a slide under a powerful microscope in order to make out the tiny, though otherwise perfect, shape of his minikin sweetheart, a graceful microorganism extending transparent appendages toward his huge humid eye. Alas, the testibulus (test tube - never to be confused with testiculus, orchid), with Theresa swimming inside like a micromermaid, is "accidentally" thrown away by Professor Leyman's (he had trimmed his name by that time) assistant, Flora, initially an ivory-pale, dark-haired funest beauty, whom the author transformed just in time into a third bromidic dummy with a dun bun. ↗

— Vladimimir Nabokov

#or-ardor-a-family-chronicle #beauty

He who is satisfied has never truly craved, and he who craves for the light of God neglects his ease for ardor. ↗

— Abraham Joshua Heschel

#craved #craves #ease #god #his

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#classic #heathcliff #love #love

I was in love, and the feeling was even more wonderful than I ever imagined it could be. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#first-love #imagination

Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches. ↗

— William Goldman

#ardor #love #love