#ear

We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over. So in a series of acts of kindness there is, at last, one which makes the heart run over. ↗

— James Boswell

#heart #kindness #friendship

My fear of loneliness is like a disease. ↗

— Irene Tomkinson

#loneliness #solitude #family

Jo had learned that hearts, like flowers, cannot be rudely handled, but must open naturally… ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#little-women #louisa-may-alcott #nature

Germans grew reluctant to stay in communal ski lodges, fearing they might talk in their sleep. They postponed surgeries because of the lip-loosening effects of anesthetic. Dreams reflected the ambient anxiety. One German dreamed that an SA man came to his home and opened the door to his oven, which then repeated every negative remark the household had made against the government. ↗

— Erik Larson

#fear #germany #nazis #paranoia #tension

Never stand begging for that which you have the power to earn. ↗

— Miguel de Cervantes

#earn #never #power #stand #which

Our shadow is on the outside. And we can see in the dark: we can see you, we see you turn away, but one day we finally understand that you turn away not from our faces but from your own fears. From those things inside you that you think mark you as someone unlovable to your family, and society, and even to God. ↗

— Anne Lamott

#dark #fear #hide #prejudice #see

White folks have controlled New Orleans with money and guns, black folks have controlled it with magic and music, and although there has been a steady undercurrent of mutual admiration, an intermingling of cultures unheard of in any other American city, South or North; although there has prevailed a most joyous and fascinating interface, black anger and white fear has persisted, providing the ongoing, ostensibly integrated fete champetre with volatile and sometimes violent idiosyncrasies. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#fear #guns #music #new-orleans #power

It was the history of the family, written by Melquíades, down to the most trivial details, one hundred yea rs ahead of time. He had written it in Sanskrit, which was his mother tongue, and he had encoded the even lines in the private cipher o f the Emperor Augustus and the odd ones in a La cedemonian military code. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#family

God bears with the wicked, but not forever. ↗

— Miguel de Cervantes

#forever #god #wicked

Now the valley cried with anger, "Mount your horses draw your sword." And they killed the mountain people, so they won their just reward. Now they stood beside the treasure, on the mountain dark and red. Turned the stone and looked beneath it. "Peace on earth" was all it said. Go ahead and hate your neighbor,go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of heaven, you can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing come the judgment day. On the bloody morning after one tin soldier rides away. ↗

— Dennis Lambert

#justification #peace #peace-on-earth #war #anger