#dive

We are all the same and we are all different. What great friends we will be. ↗

— Kelly Moran

#children-s-book-quotes #diversity #friends #friendship-quotes #friendship

Can you tell me where to find Tobias'? I ask. When I imagine his face, affection for him bubbles up inside of me and all I want to do is kiss him. 'Four, I mean. He's so handsome, isn't he? I don't really understand why he likes me so much. I'm not very nice, am I?' -Tris ↗

— Veronica Roth

#amity #candor #dauntless #divergent #eurdite

As you walk, hop, hobble, or wheel Meeting people of different kinds, Remember that being handicapped Is only a state of mind ↗

— Stephen Cosgrove

#handicap #inspirational #lesson #tolerance #inspirational

I was training more learning how to scuba dive which I'd never done which was really, really, really cool. ↗

— Ashley Scott

#dive #done #how #i #learning

Whether we are based on carbon or on silicon makes no fundamental difference; we should each be treated with appropriate respect. ↗

— Arthur C. Clarke

#computers #diversity #robots #intelligence

Seeds have the power to preserve species, to enhance cultural as well as genetic diversity, to counter economic monopoly and to check the advance of conformity on all its many fronts. ↗

— Michael Pollan

#garden #gardening #nature #nonconformity #preservation

I think about my education sometimes. I went to the University of Chicago for awhile after the Second World War. I was a student in the Department of Anthropology. At that time they were teaching that there was absolutely no difference between anybody. They may be teaching that still. Another thing they taught was that no one was ridiculous or bad or disgusting. Shortly before my father died, he said to me, ‘You know – you never wrote a story with a villain in it.’ I told him that was one of the things I learned in college after the war. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#diversity #education #education

He plunged into the foliage, and was swept into a humid, wet world of towering trees, animal chirps and thick ferns. After a few steps, he turned, and could barely make out the village. He walked a few more steps. He could see nothing now except for the thick trees and long ferns and grasses that surrounded him. He was enveloped into the confined space between trees, surrounded by the jungle heat and staccato chirps. He turned in the direction of the village, but could only see thick, dense trees. Hoping his sense of direction had not been muddled, he turned back around to the direction of the alleged ocean, and kept walking. Now the calls he heard sounded more and more strange. How far had he walked by now? The jungle, or rain forest, whatever it was, did not relent, and he kept on weaving into narrow gaps between the sturdy ferns and towering trees, pressing onwards. This continued for a seemingly oppressive amount of time, and he began to doubt his decision. To come to this place. To take a chance with his life, which was going in the right direction. Why couldn’t he be happy with the normal and mundane, he cursed, scolding his own stubbornness ↗

— T.P. Grish

#drama #fiction #humor #humour #maldives-malady

Okay. Then...I can talk. Ask me something." "Okay." He laughs shakily in my ear. "Why is your heart racing Tris?" I cringe and say, "Well, I...I barely know you. I barely know you and I'm crammed up against you in a box, Four, what do you think?"... "Maybe you were cut out for Candor," he says, "because you're a terrible liar. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#cute #divergent #four #love #tris-prior

I have the same one,' he says, laughing. 'On my back.' 'Really? Can I see it?' He presses the bandage over the tattoo and pulls my shirt back over my shoulder. 'Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#divergent #four #love #sweet #tattoo