#asses

All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident. ↗

— Arthur Schopenhauer

#being #first #opposed #passes #ridiculed

The things shamans deal with are extremely practical. They break down parameters of normal historical reality. Magical passes are just one aspect of that. ↗

— Carlos Castaneda

#break #deal #down #extremely #historical

All that a city will ever allow you is an angle on it, an oblique, indirect sample of what it contains, or what passes through it; a point of view. ↗

— Peter Conrad

#angle #city #contains #ever #indirect

Fashion Fact: Most people make the assumption that I wear trendy shades the majority of the time (often indoors) to protect my eyes from the elements. But in fact it's the reverse. I'm protecting the elements from the brilliance of my eyes. ↗

— Mike "The Situation" Sorrentino

#eyes #fashion #sunglasses #beauty

Stay diagnostic even as you take action. ↗

— Ronald Heifetz

#open-mindedness #change

Desperate people are dangerous people. ↗

— Bob Ritter

#assessments #dangerousness #presidents #psychological-profile #secret-service

I must endure, fighting the temptation simply to become slack-jawed like most of my school 'peers' (they wish!), who will themselves into a collective, vacant, trancelike state for the duration of each class. (Although I sometimes secretly envy their ability to empty their minds completely for a full fifty minutes, reanimating only at the sound of a bell, like Pavlov's dogs...) ↗

— Beth Fantaskey

#pavlov #school #students #zone-out #dating

The worst, the very worst requirement of friendship, in Eve Dallas's opinion, was sitting through an entire evening of childbirth classes. What went on there--the sights, the sounds, the assault on all the senses--turned the blood cold. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#eve-dallas #death

I wear glasses, have a big scar, I sing loud, and I am blond. I'm sorry! ↗

— Anastacia

#big #blond #glasses #i #i am

Stand here, he thought, and count the lighted windows of a city. You cannot do it. But behind each yellow rectangle that climbs, one over another, to the sky - under each bulb - down to there, see that spark over the river which is not a star? - there are people whom you will never see and who are your masters. At the supper tables, in the drawing rooms, in their beds and in their cellars, in their studies and in their bathrooms. Speeding in the subways under your feet. Crawling up in elevators through vertical cracks around you. Jolting past you in every bus. Your masters, Gail Wynand. There is a net - longer than the cables that coil through the walls of this city, larger than the mesh of pipes that carry water, gas and refuse - there is another hidden net around you; it is strapped to you, and the wires lead to every hand in the city. They jerked the wires and you moved. You were a ruler of men. You held a leash. A leash is only a rope with a noose at both ends. ↗

— Ayn Rand

#democracy #follower #leader #living #masses