#bra

I have always thought that librarians are a little bit like doctors, travel agents and professors all rolled into one. We all know that a great story can lift spirits, take you anywhere in the world you want to go and in any time period to boot, and the lessons you learn from a good book can buoy your own convictions and even change your life. ↗

— Dorothea Benton Frank

#story #change

...se enamoró de su porte aristocrático, su apellido y el ambiente que lo rodeaba. ↗

— Isabel Allende

#love

Compartieron una alegre relación y no la llamaron amor. ↗

— Isabel Allende

#love

En África, cuando un anciano muere, una biblioteca arde, toda una biblioteca desaparece, sin necesidad de que las llamas acaben con el papel ↗

— Amadou Hampâté Bâ

#death #library #love #death

L'amore è come una clessidra: man mano che il cuore si riempie, il cervello si svuota. ↗

— Jules Renard

#hourglass #love #love

Born at Letterman Army Hospital. I never actually lived in San Francisco. It's not my home town, but then, I don't have one. I'm a nomad...a gypsy...an Army Brat. Put me on an airplane, send me anywhere. That's where I belong...anywhere. ↗

— Marc Curtis

#gypsy #military-brat #nomad #travel #home

In that nanosecond of enlightenment I knew that the human spirit survives the death of the physical body and I understood that my wandering soul needed to get back into its earthly habitat. ↗

— Janet Bettag

#brain-aneurysm #enlightenment #human-spirit #inspirational #near-death-experience

All those religions--they contradict each other on every point but every one of them is filled with ways to help people to be brave enough to laugh even though they know they are dying. ↗

— Robert A. Heinlein

#contradictions #life-and-death #religions #death

I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities. ↗

— Dr. Seuss

#brain #brain cells #cells #enables #end

The exhilaration of battle was agreeable to him, but the sight of the dead, with their clay faces, blank eyes, and stiff bodies, which, when not unnaturally shrunken, were unnaturally swollen, had always intolerably affected him. He felt toward them a kind of reasonless antipathy which was something more than the physical and spiritual repugnance common to us all. Doubtless this feeling was due to his unusually acute sensibilities - his keen sense of the beautiful, which these hideous things outraged. Whatever may have been the cause, he could not look upon a dead body without a loathing which had in it an element of reselltment. What others have respected as the dignity of death had to him no existence - was altogether unthinkable. Death was a thing to be hated. It was not picturesque, it had no tender and solemn side - a dismal thing, hideous in all its manifestations and suggestions. Lieutenant Byring was a braver man than anybody knew, for nobody knew his horror of that which he was ever ready to encounter. ("A Tough Tussle") ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

#corpse #dead #death #fear #horror