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This condemnation of technology is ingratitude, that's what it is. Blind alley, though. If someone's ungrateful and you tell him he's ungrateful, okay, you've called him a name. You haven't solved anything. ↗

— Robert M. Pirsig

#name-calling #technology #art

Doing nothing requires effort. Over time, that effort is greater than the effort necessary to improve, or move somewhere better. The trick is to redirect energy. ↗

— Max McKeown

#improvement #inertia #leadership #strategy #age

An open beginner's mind is a powerful tool for developing patience. ↗

— Allan Lokos

#mindfulness #psychology #art

Its time we woke up,” pursued Gerald, still inwardly urged to unfamiliar speech. “Women are pretty much people, seems to me. I know they dress like fools - but who’s to blame for that? We invent all those idiotic hats of theirs, and design their crazy fashions, and what’s more, if a woman is courageous enough to wear common-sense clothes - and shoes - which of us wants to dance with her? ↗

— Charlotte Perkins Gilman

#feminism #if-i-were-a-man #courage

There are moments in our lives when we summon the courage to make choices that go against reason, against common sense and the wise counsel of people we trust. ↗

— Howard Schultz

#making-free-choices #courage

Don't think of what you have to do, don't consider how to carry it out!" he exclaimed. "The shot will only go smoothly when it takes the archer himself by surprose. ↗

— Eugen Herrigel

#porup #writing #zen #art

We must accept the reality that the causes of impatience travel a two-way street. ↗

— Allan Lokos

#patience #psychology #self-improvement #wisdom #art

America, I don't think you can change history." All the same, his expression looked hopeful. "Sure we can. Besides, who'd ever know about it but you and me? ↗

— Kiera Cass

#foreshadowing #maxon #change

Perhaps this is the purpose of all art, all writing, on the murders, fiction and non-fiction: Simply to participate. ↗

— Alan Moore

#murder #whitechapel #art

The darling mispronunciations of childhood! - dear me, there's no music that can touch it; and how one grieves when it wastes away and dissolves into correctness, knowing it will never visit his bereaved ear again. ↗

— Mark Twain

#music