#era

William: "I'm sure we can all pull together, sir." Vetinari: "Oh, I do hope not. Pulling together is the aim of despotism and tyranny. Free men pull in all kinds of directions. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#cooperation #freedom #organization #revolution #freedom

You may have tangible wealth untold; caskets of jewels and coffers of gold. Richer than I you can never be. I had a mother who read to me. ↗

— Strickland Gillian

#literacy #love #mother #quote #reading

It's amazing how close I have been, all this time, to my old life. And yet the distance that divides me from it is vast. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#life-and-living #life-lessons #literary-fiction #quotes #inspirational

None of us can ever save himself; we are the instruments of one another’s salvation, and only by the hope that we give to others do we lift ourselves out of the darkness into light. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#inspirational #interdependence #salvation #inspirational

We're on a hunt, Cooper. When you're on a hunt, you do whatever it takes. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#perseverance #inspirational

But, of course, putting yourself out there takes vulnerability. Vulnerability is hard, and we, as a rule, tend to go for what’s easy; by that logic, closing ourselves off is the easiest thing in the world. We quote the words of others to do our talking for us, send each other links to articles and stories in lieu of actual conversation, post pretty pictures to adequately convey our current state of mind, all to avoid having to proffer a single identifiable human emotion. We keep in touch with relatives by emailing them mawkishly inspirational chain letters once in a while. We regurgitate memes to approximate the feeling of being in the loop. ↗

— Phil Roland

#inspirational

We all have to face our faults and mistakes, and then choose to overcome them or let them drag us down. ↗

— Jessica Lave

#flaws #inspirational #mistakes #perseverance #inspirational

Water, wind and birdsong were the echoes in this quiet place of a great chiming symphony that was surging around the world. Knee-deep in grasses and moon daisies, Stella stood and listened, swaying a little as the flowers and trees were swaying, her spirit voice singing loudly, though her lips were still, and every pulse in her body beating its hammer strokes in time to the song. ↗

— Elizabeth Goudge

#inspirational #literature #inspirational

Das war ein Vorspiel nur; dort wo man Bücher verbrennt, verbrennt man auch am Ende Menschen." (Almansor) ↗

— Heinrich Heine

#books #bücherverbrennung #freedom-of-thought #human-rights #meinungsfreiheit

Yet for all the depression no one ever quit. When someone quit, we couldn't believe it. 'I'm becoming a rafting instructor on the Colorado River,' they said. 'I'm touring college towns with my garage band.' We were dumbfounded. It was like they were from another planet. Where had they found the derring-do? What would they do about car payments? We got together for going away drinks on their final day and tried to hide our envy while reminding ourselves that we still had the freedom and luxury to shop indiscriminately. ↗

— Joshua Ferris

#freedom