#ed

I've stopped caring about skeptics, but if they libel or defame me they will end up in court. ↗

— Uri Geller

#caring #court #end #i #libel

Why do people talk of the horrors of old age? It's great. I feel like a fine old car with the parts gradually wearing out, but I'm not complaining,... Those who find growing old terrible are people who haven't done what they wanted with their lives. ↗

— Martha Gellhorn

#car #complaining #done #feel #find

If your desk isn't cluttered, you probably aren't doing your job. ↗

— Harold S. Geneen

#desk #doing #job #probably #you

After the desperate years of their own war, after six years of repression inside Spain and six years of horror in exile, these people remain intact in spirit. They are armed with a transcendent faith; they have never won, and yet they have never accepted defeat. ↗

— Martha Gellhorn

#after #armed #defeat #desperate #exile

And though various organizations in America and England collected money and sent food parcels to these refugees, nothing was ever received by the Spanish. ↗

— Martha Gellhorn

#collected #england #ever #food #money

Furthermore, they were constantly informed by all the camp authorities that they had been abandoned by the world: they were beggars and lucky to receive the daily soup of starvation. ↗

— Martha Gellhorn

#authorities #been #beggars #camp #constantly

I daresay I was the worst bed partner in five continents. ↗

— Martha Gellhorn

#continents #daresay #five #i #partner

I only knew about daily life. It was said, well, it isn't everybody's daily life. That is why I started. ↗

— Martha Gellhorn

#daily #daily life #everybody #i #knew

In the last camp they all ate grass, until the authorities forbade them to pull it up. They were accustomed to having the fruits of their little communal gardens stolen by the guards, after they had done all the work; but at the last camp everything was stolen. ↗

— Martha Gellhorn

#after #ate #authorities #camp #communal

The road passed through a curtain of pine forest and came out on a flat, rolling snow field. In this field the sprawled or bunched bodies of Germans lay thick, like some dark shapeless vegetable. ↗

— Martha Gellhorn

#came #curtain #dark #field #flat