#count

(ghost of)ACHILLES: How can I force obedience on this? In other times I've used the fear of death to make a woman bow herself to me. If not the fear of her own death, then fear for someone else, a husband or a child. How can I bend this woman to my will? (ghost of)POLYXENA: I think I will not bend. IPHIGENIA: You see, it's as we've tried to tell you, Great Achilles. Women are no good to you dead. ↗

— Sheri S. Tepper

#dead #dystopia #wome #death

This is my country, that is your country, these are the conceptions of narrow souls, to the liberal minded the whole world is a family ↗

— Virchand Raghavji Gandhi

#country #family #inpirational-quotes #liberal #motivational-quotes

Socrates: Have you noticed on our journey how often the citizens of this new land remind each other it is a free country? Plato: I have, and think it odd they do this. Socrates: How so, Plato? Plato: It is like reminding a baker he is a baker, or a sculptor he is a sculptor. Socrates: You mean to say if someone is convinced of their trade, they have no need to be reminded. Plato: That is correct. Socrates: I agree. If these citizens were convinced of their freedom, they would not need reminders. ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#civil-liberty #free-country #freedom #freedom-of-thought #gadfly

All this, grassy paddock, cows, trees - he had thought it was Nature. But now he could see that that was ignorance, or lack of imagination. It was not Nature. It was actually property. ↗

— Kate Grenville

#imagination

I found the poems in the fields And only wrote them down ↗

— John Clare

#inspiration #nature #inspirational

You staying home all alone on New Year's Eve? Unthinkable. Take my advice ... the countdown should be shared with someone, or it's just another set of numbers passing you by. ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#celebrations #countdowns #home-alone #making-memories #new-year

Remember: The answers are in the questions. ↗

— John G. Miller

#life

Who indeed knows the secret of the earthly pilgrimage? Who knows for what we live, and struggle, and die? Who knows what keeps us living and struggling, while all things break about us? Who knows why the warm flesh of a child is such comfort, when one's own child is lost and cannot be recovered? Wise men write many books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, the end of all our struggle, is beyond all human wisdom. ↗

— Alan Paton

#cry-the-beloved-country #life #life

Indeed, there is something in this valley, some spirit and some life, and much to talk about in the huts. Although nothing has come yet, something is here already. ↗

— Alan Paton

#alan-paton #cry-the-beloved-country #life

every man has a map in his heart of his own country and that the heart will never allow you to forget this map. (p. 18) ↗

— Alexander McCall Smith

#homeland #love-of-country #origins #love