#be

Caning was a way of life at the school, and the boy, Sting and myself, even at an early age, had our fair share of thrashings. ↗

— James Berryman

#sting #sting-in-the-tale #age

... researchers argue that it's of utmost importance to unravel the nature of black holes, lest we someday begin to worship them. Sounds ridiculous, but whole segments of humankind have often revered the unknowable, venerating that which cannot be tested experimentally. Come to think of it, many still do in twenty-first-century society. ↗

— Eric Chaisson

#black-holes #science #testing #worship #age

Hierarchy and discipline gave shape to the world;that was what he had always believed.Life was made easy by adherence toa rigid structure.But maybe that only really worked when you were at the top of the ladder,when you were doing well.The further down the rungs you went,the more of a victim of circumstances you became and the less it mattered whether or not you were in control. ↗

— James Lovegrove

#discipline #life #systems #age

In a city that is barely getting by with its small budget, something like illegal immigration can be the difference from being able to provide the level of public service that people expect. ↗

— Lou Barletta

#barely #being #budget #city #difference

The old age old story of Yin & Yang...Every positive side has a negative side too. Which are you? ↗

— Timothy Pina

#inspirational #age

BABARIC! ↗

— Robert Byrd

#barbaric #dog-fighting #old-people #robert-byrd #u-s-senate

He glanced around the reading room and closed his eyes, trying to keep hold of the past for a minute longer, a fattening and hungover middle-aged historian in a black corduroy suit. ↗

— Robert Harris

#robert-harris #age

Omnipotence is most omnipotent when one does nothing! ↗

— Stanisław Lem

#stanislaw-lem #the-cyberiad #age

His mind, grooved through the uncounted ages to ultimate despair, soared up insanely. His legs and arms glistened like tongues of living fire as they writhed and twisted in the light that blazed from the portholes. His mouth, a gash in his caricature of a human head, slavered a white frost that floated away in little frozen globules. ↗

— A.E Van Vogt

#science-fiction #voyage-of-the-space-beagle #age

Remember. If the rune were a word, it would have been that one, but there was more meaning to it than any word she could imagine. It was a child’s first memory of light falling through crib bars, the recollected scent of rain and city streets, the pain of unforgotten loss, the sting of remembered humiliation, and the cruel forgetfulness of old age, when the most ancient of memories stand out with agonizingly clear precision and the nearest of incidents are lost beyond recall. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#age