#cancer

The Great Change is when humankind accepts its role as part of the natural order of the universe instead of its role as a cancer ↗

— Dan Simmons

#humankind #natural-order #change

Visata susitraukė, liko tik miesto kvartalo dydžio, joje nebėra žvaigždžių, nebėra medžių, nebėra upių. Žmonės, kurie čia gyvena, yra mirę. Jie dirba kėdes, ant kurių kiti žmonės sėdi sapnuose. ↗

— Henry Miller

#lithuanian #tropic-of-cancer #dreams

Ann prayed because of a gut-wrenching, throbbing pain in her soul. She urgently begged the Lord for her life. ↗

— K. Howard Joslin

#life #pain #prayer #soul #trails

Kuamini (mbali na imani, ambayo ni nia ya kujua kisichoweza kujulikana) ni kwa ajili ya vitu usivyoweza kuvielezea. Unaamini kwamba siku moja dawa ya UKIMWI au saratani itapatikana mahali fulani, ilhali huwezi kufanya majaribio ya kisayansi kulithibitisha hilo. Unaweza kusubiri hata miaka mia, lakini kama bado dawa haijapatikana, unaweza kusubiri hata miaka mingine mia. Kuamini ni kujifanya kujua (na mara nyingi kujifanya kujua ni uongo) na kuamini hakuhitaji maarifa. Kujua kunahitaji maarifa na ni kuamini unakoweza kukuthibitisha. Ukiniuliza kama simu yangu ipo mfukoni nitakwambia ndiyo ipo, kwa sababu nitaingiza mkono mfukoni na kuitoa na kuiona. Siamini kama ipo mfukoni, najua. ↗

— Enock Maregesi

#believe #cancer #faith #phone #pretend

I knew in that moment, we were never meant to surrender our childlike innocence, to trade a world in which we fit like a glove for one that hung on us like ill-fitting hand-me-downs. However, all about us insisted on our membership. And instead of a handshake or a mystical password as entrance into this spurious society, we agreed instead to share a lie, the one that says we’re safe, secure, and fulfilled living this way. ↗

— Christina Carson

#friendship #health-and-healing #metaphysics #quantum-reality #friendship

If it's possible to send a message from heaven, I'll get one to you. ↗

— Lurlene McDaniel

#heaven #true-love #love

Su voz suena preciosa por teléfono...preciosa. Por un momento, siento auténtico pánico. No sé qué decirle. Me gustaría decirle: «Oiga, Irene, creo que es usted hermosa...Creo que es usted maravillosa.» Me gustaría decirle algo que fuera cierto, por ridículo que fuese, porque, ahora que he oído su voz, todo ha cambiado. ↗

— Henry Miller

#tropic-of-cancer #voice #love

CELL Now look objectively. You have to admit the cancer cell is beautiful. If it were a flower, you'd say, How pretty, with its mauve centre and pink petals of if a cover for a pulpy thirties sci-fi magazine. How striking: as an alien, a success, all purple eye and jelly tentacles and spines, or are they gills, creeping around on granular Martian dirt red as the inside of the body, while its tender walls expand and burst, its spores scatter elsewhere, take root, like money, drifting like a fiction or miasma in and out of people's brains, digging themselves industriously in. The lab technician says, It has forgotten how to die. But why remember? All it wants is more amnesia. More life, and more abundantly. to take more. to eat more. To replicate itself. To keep on doing those things forever. Such desires are not unknown. Look in the mirror. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#poetry #beauty

My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. They’re made of me as surely as my brain and my heart are made of me. It is a civil war with a predetermined winner ↗

— John Green

#john-green #the-fault-in-our-stars #cancer

Mozart, Pascal, Boolean algebra, Shakespeare, parliamentary government, baroque churches, Newton, the emancipation of women, Kant, Balanchine ballets, et al. don’t redeem what this particular civilization has wrought upon the world. The white race is the cancer of human history. ↗

— Susan Sontag

#jewish #mozart #race #racism #shakespeare