#collect

The angels taken collectively are called heaven, for they constitute heaven; and yet that which makes heaven in general and in particular is the Divine that goes forth from the Lord and flows into the angels and is received by them. ↗

— Emanuel Swedenborg

#called #collectively #constitute #divine #flows

The Internet has usurped the collective unconscious and access to cosmic consciousness has become difficult and almost primitive. ↗

— Marc Maron

#almost #become #collective #consciousness #cosmic

Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen. ↗

— Albert Einstein

#age #collection #common #common sense #eighteen

I'm collector of stuff that people make with their brain. I keep them in little jars and I take them out and play with them sometimes too. The stuff, not the people. ↗

— Frances Winkler

#brains #collectors #people #stuff #art

Individually and collectively, Cherokee people possess an extraordinary ability to face down adversity and continue moving forward. ↗

— Wilma Mankiller

#adversity #cherokee #collectively #continue #down

John Armato, a Public relations executive, cherishes his growing Library of Candidates. When people ask him if he's actually read all those books, he asks them if they've actually eaten all the food in their kitchen. "It is good to put up a supply of books; it increases the odds that you'll have what you want when you're hungry for it," he says ↗

— Steve Leveen

#collection #library #reading #food

To build up a library is to create a life. It's never just a random collection of books. ↗

— Carlos María Domínguez

#bibliophiila #book-collecting #books #collection #libraries

She led the way. Eyeless sockets of the dead seemed to stare at them as they passed. "These are cool," Dan decided. "Maybe I could-" "No, Dan," Amy said. "You can't collect human bones." "Awww. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#bones #collect #dan-cahill #humor #humor

Each of us carries within himself a collection of instant insults. ↗

— Haim Ginott

#collection #each #himself #instant #insults

He needed the people and the clamour around him. There was no questions and no doubts when he stood on a platform over a sea of faces; the air was heavy, compact, saturated with a single solvent-admiration; there was no room for anything else. He was great; great as the number of people who told him so. He was right; right as the number of people who believed it. He looked at the faces, at the eyes, he saw himself born in them, he saw himself granted the gift of life. That was Peter Keating, that, the reflection in those staring pupils, and his body was only it's reflection. ↗

— Ayn Rand

#convention #society #life