#din

When I am about to embark on a difficult journey, I comfort myself by reading the accounts of the great nineteenth-century travellers, men like Stanley, Burton, Speke, Burckhardt and Barth. ↗

— Tahir Shah

#journey #reading #travel-writers #men

I have often misunderstood men grossly, and I have misrepresented them when I understood them, sacrificing sense to make a phrase. Here, of course, is where even the most conscientious critic often goes aground; he is apt to be an artist before he is a scientist, and the impulse to create something passionately is stronger in him than the impulse to state something accurately. ↗

— H.L. Mencken

#misrepresentation #misunderstanding #men

The hated man is the result of his hater's pride rather than his hater's conscience. ↗

— Criss Jami

#conditional #conditional-love #conflict #conscience #defense

Een boek is voor hem [C. Buddingh'] zo iets als een rommelwinkel voor andere koopjesjagers. Je vindt hier en daar wat moois, een aardig vaasje, een raar plaatje, maar de winkelvoorraad als geheel interesseert je geen zier. Zo leest Kees boeken. Hij pikt er zinnetjes uit, zoals een kind snot uit z'n neus peutert en smakelijk opeet, zonder te weten hoe het is ontstaan, zonder zich in de functie van slijmvliezen en de ademhaling te verdiepen, zonder iets te begrijpen van de totale mens, hè. ↗

— Willem Frederik Hermans

#men

Well, sorry pet, I don't want to be fixed. Whatever your little schoolgirl brain told you about men is absurdly wrong. This isn't a romance. You're not a damsel-in-distress and I'm not the handsome prince come to save you. ↗

— C.J. Roberts

#fairytales #happy-endings #love #love

Ryan, if you abandon me here, I will have no choice but to tell your father,” Navinka cut in. “You don’t want Aronzo and his men prowling after you again.” She gave a stretch. “I can inform Lord Glenford we are joining my father in Dragonvale. The East Pass is a safe route. He will not insist on sending a further escort.” She flashed a deadly smile. “I can make your life easier or more difficult. I leave the choice to you. ↗

— Sam Dogra

#cursed #fantasy #girl #kingdom #magic

Barbarus hic ego sum, quia non intelligor illis. In this place I am a barbarian, because men do not understand me. ↗

— Ovid

#comprehension #understanding #men

APPROACH Rain is falling. Winter approaches. I drive towards it. In the slow rain. In the semi-darkness. Cello music is playing in the car. The deep sad sound of the cello. It almost swamps me. Routine endeavours to swamp me. The everyday paying of bills. But I paint men walking in a city of icebergs and crystal. Some of the icebergs are red. I paint a woman swimming in green wavy water. Surrounded by desert mesas. Bright orange in the sunlight. With darker orange for shadows. I paint two people. With purple and pink and yellow and blue circles overlapping the boundaries of their bodies. Dancing. Life is not ordinary. When I see you tonight I will press my lips to your eyelids. Each one in turn. I will rub my fingertips over the skin on the back of your hands and around your wrists. I will sigh. I will growl. I will whinny. I will gallop into your smile. One sharp foot after the other. ↗

— Jay Woodman

#ordinary #paint #rain #routine #winter

He had no money and no home; he lived entirely on the road of the racing circuit, sleeping in empty stalls, carrying with him only a saddle, his rosary, and his books....The books were the closest thing he had to furniture, and he lived in them the way other men live in easy chairs. ↗

— Laura Hillenbrand

#reading #men

To the people who are upset about their hard-earned tax money going to things they don’t like: welcome to the f*cking club. Reimburse me for the Iraq war and oil subsidies, and diaphragms are on me! ↗

— Jon Stewart

#government #government-spending #tax #money