#bury

How men envy and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know they will live forever. So what do we do? We men turn terribly mean, because we can't hold to the world or ourselves or anything. We are blind to continuity, all breaks down, falls, melts, stops, rots, or runs away. So, since we cannot shape Time, where does that leave men? Sleepless. Staring. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#ray-bradbury #time #women #men

Sure and you've got to keep your own spitis up, for there's no one else will do that for you! ↗

— Jaclyn Moriarty

#inspirational #irish #inspirational

England is so defined, the class system, your education. I think what was unique about the Canterbury scene. ↗

— Kevin Ayers

#canterbury #class #defined #education #england

The main reason for the failure of the modern medical science is that it is dealing with results and not causes. Nothing more than the patching up of those attacked and the burying of those who are slain, without a thought being given to the real strong hold. ↗

— Edward Bach

#being #burying #causes #dealing #failure

Reading the epitaphs, our only salvation lies in resurrecting the dead and burying the living. ↗

— Paul Eldridge

#dead #lies #living #only #our

The feminine mystique has succeeded in burying millions of American women alive. ↗

— Betty Friedan

#american #american women #burying #feminine #millions

There's no point in burying a hatchet if you're going to put up a marker on the site. ↗

— Sydney J. Harris

#going #hatchet #no point #point #put

I have nothing against undertakers personally. It's just that I wouldn't want one to bury my sister. ↗

— Jessica Mitford

#bury #i #just #nothing #personally

My visit this autumn is an opportunity to continue that rich tradition of visits between Canterbury and Rome. ↗

— Rowan Williams

#between #canterbury #continue #opportunity #rich

Ask me, then, if I believe in the spirit of the things as they were used, and I'll say yes. They're all here. All the things which had uses. All the mountains which had names. And we'll never be able to use them without feeling uncomfortable. And somehow the mountains will never sound right to us; we'll give them new names, but the old names are there, somewhere in time, and the mountains were shaped and seen under those names. The names we'll give to the canals and mountains and cities will fall like so much water on the back of a mallard. No matter how we touch Mars, we'll never touch it. And then we'll get mad at it, and you know what we'll do? We'll rip it up, rip the skin off, and change it to fit ourselves. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#the-martian-chronicles #change