#august

My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations. ↗

— John Green

#the-fault-in-our-stars #water

For I wondered that others, subject to death, did live, since he whom I loved, as if he should never die, was dead; and I wondered yet more that myself, who was to him a second self, could live, he being dead. Well said one of his friend, "Thou half of my soul"; for I felt that my soul and his soul were "one soul in two bodies": and therefore was my life a horror to me, because I would not live halved. And therefore perchance I feared to die, lest he whom I had much loved should die wholly. ↗

— Augustine of Hippo

#cassandra-clare #infernal-devices #saint-augustine #the-infernal-devices #death

Not every religion has to have St. Augustine's attitude to sex. Why even in our culture marriages are celebrated in a church, everyone present knows what is going to happen that night, but that doesn't prevent it being a religious ceremony. ↗

— Ludwig Wittgenstein

#augustine #being #celebrated #ceremony #church

And in doing this I advise you to send to the best manors of your lands those of your household in whom you place most confidence to be present in August at the leading of the corn, and to guard it as aforesaid. ↗

— Robert Grosseteste

#august #best #confidence #corn #doing