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How do men act on a sinking ship? Do they hold each other? Do they pass around the whisky? Do they cry? ↗

— Sebastian Junger

#fishing #sea #men

If she is clearly right, find fault with her that has nothing to do with the incident, and use that. ↗

— Sherry Argov

#love

O Divine Poesy, goddess, daughter of Zeus, sustain for me this song of the various-minded man who, after he had plundered the innermost citadel of hallowed Troy, was made to stay grievously about the coasts of men, the sport of their customs, good and bad, while his heart, through all the sea-faring, ached with an agony to redeem himself and bring his company safe home. Vain hope – for them. The fools! Their own witlessness cast them aside. To destroy for meat the oxen of the most exalted Sun, wherefore the Sun-god blotted out the day of their return. Make this tale live for us in all its many bearings, O Muse.” – from Homer’s Odyssey, translation by T.E. Lawrence (Lawrence of Arabia) ↗

— Steven Pressfield

#creativity #prayer #men

The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing. ↗

— Dan Simmons

#beauty-in-nature #flowers #summer #sunlight #sunshine

Whilst men may play the game, women know the score. ↗

— Habeeb Akande

#men-and-women #relationships #men

King Drowden has given his men instructions to infiltrate the town, bribe townspeople for the secrets of their neighbors, steal the neighbors’ hidden treasures. Much more subtle than Drowden’s usual smash and burn technique. We do hope Drowden isn’t growing a brain. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#council #katsa #letters #nander #po

To my embarrassment, I was crying again. Real girl tears for the second time, these ones born out of frustration. That didn't happen to me very often, but I hated it when it did. It was faulty wiring in the female body, tear ducts attached directly to the frustration meter. Trying to explain to men that no, I wasn't being manipulative, I just couldn't stop my eyes from leaking salt water, only added to the aggravation. ↗

— C.E. Murphy

#tears #men

He hesitated till the last moment, but finally dropped them in the box, saying, "I shall win!"--the cry of a gambler, the cry of the great general, the compulsive cry that has ruined more men than it has ever saved. ↗

— Honoré de Balzac

#pride #self-assuredness #truism #men

Dead men are not friends to living men, and give them no gifts. (Ghan-buri-Ghan, of allies during war) ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#treaty #war #men

There were people dying everywhere getting massacred in every town and village, there were people being picked up and thrown into dark jails in unknown parts, there were dungeons in the city where hundreds of young men were kept in heavy chains and from where many never emerged alive, there were thousands who had disappeared leaving behind women with photographs and perennial waiting ,there were multitudes of dead bodies on the roads, in hospital beds, in fresh martyrs' graveyards and scattered casually on the snow of mindless borders. ↗

— Mirza Waheed

#the-collaborator #war #men