#ed

Hatred only tarnishes the soul that carries it. ↗

— D.B. Harrop

#hatred #inspirational #inspirational-quotes #life-lessons #love

He was dead. No trace of pain, no sufferings, no victimization. ↗

— Prerna Varma

#death-of-a-loved-one #inspirational #death

I find writing novels a challenge, writing stories a joy. If writing novels is like planting a forest, then writing short stories is more like planting a garden. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#inspired #inspirational

And my desire,' he said, 'is a desire that is as long as a year; but it is love given to an echo, the spending of grief on a wave, a lonely fight with a shadow, that is what my love and my desire have been to me. ↗

— Augusta Gregory

#love

The thirst for knowledge is like a piece of ass you know you shouldn't chase; in the end, you chase it just the same. ↗

— George Pelecanos

#truth #men

Feeling a bit nervous, as most people do at the prospect of seeing a doctor, I thought I would buy on my way to him something soothing to prevent an accelerated pulse from misleading credulous science. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#science

Lightning and thunder require time, the light of the stars requires time, deeds require time even after they are done, before they can be seen and heard. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#friedrich-nietzsche #lightning #madman #the-gay-science #thunder

Thus we have on stage two men, each of whom knows nothing of what he believes the other knows, and to deceive each other reciprocally both speak in allusions, each of the two hoping (in vain) that the other holds the key to his puzzle. ↗

— Umberto Eco

#games #knowledge #truth #men

To the poet, to the philosopher, to the saint, all things are friendly and sacred, all events profitable, all days holy, all men divine. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#holy #philosopher #poet #sacred #men

An odd by-product of my loss is that I’m aware of being an embarrassment to everyone I meet. At work, at the club, in the street, I see people, as they approach me, trying to make up their minds whether they’ll ‘say something about it’ or not. I hate it if they do, and if they don’t. Some funk it altogether. R. has been avoiding me for a week. I like best the well brought-up young men, almost boys, who walk up to me as if I were a dentist, turn very red, get it over, and then edge away to the bar as quickly as they decently can. Perhaps the bereaved ought to be isolated in special settlements like lepers. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#isolated #public #men