#exhaust

For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if you go to draw at the true fountainhead, the more water you draw, the more abundant is its flow. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupery

#draw #flow #fountainhead #give #go

Life in general has never been even close to fair, so the pretense that the government can make it fair is a valuable and inexhaustible asset to politicians who want to expand government. ↗

— Thomas Sowell

#been #close #even #expand #fair

The becoming of man is the history of the exhaustion of his possibilities. ↗

— Susan Sontag

#exhaustion #his #history #man #possibilities

Having reached a point in which I was so bitter and exhausted from being a quote unquote public figure, I wanted to return to a more childlike relationship to writing. ↗

— David Leavitt

#bitter #childlike #exhausted #figure #having

I work all day, and get half drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the curtain edges will grow light. Till then I see what's really always there: Unresting death, a whole day nearer now, Making all thought impossible but how And where and when I shall myself die. Arid interrogation: yet the dread Of dying, and being dead, Flashes afresh to hold and horrify. The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse – The good not used, the love not given, time Torn off unused – nor wretchedly because An only life can take so long to climb Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never: But at the total emptiness forever, The sure extinction that we travel to And shall be lost in always. Not to be here, Not to be anywhere, And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true. This is a special way of being afraid No trick dispels. Religion used to try, That vast moth-eaten musical brocade Created to pretend we never die, And specious stuff that says no rational being Can fear a thing it cannot feel, not seeing That this is what we fear – no sight, no sound, No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with, Nothing to love or link with, The anaesthetic from which none come round. And so it stays just on the edge of vision, A small unfocused blur, a standing chill That slows each impulse down to indecision. Most things may never happen: this one will, And realisation of it rages out In furnace fear when we are caught without People or drink. Courage is no good: It means not scaring others. Being brave Lets no-one off the grave. Death is no different whined at than withstood. Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape. It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know, Have always known, know that we can't escape Yet can't accept. One side will have to go. Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring Intricate rented world begins to rouse. The sky is white as clay, with no sun. Work has to be done. Postmen like doctors go from house to house. ↗

— Philip Larkin

#maturity #stasis #courage

Sleep did not honor me with it’s presence. ↗

— Alysha Speer

#exhausted #honor #me #presents #sharden

To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought. ↗

— Honore de Balzac

#abstract thought #exhausted #nothing #politics #remains

To give an accurate and exhaustive account of that period would need a far less brilliant pen than mine. ↗

— Max Beerbohm

#accurate #brilliant #exhaustive #far #far less

He who talks more is sooner exhausted. ↗

— Lao Tzu

#more #sooner #talks #who

If there's a deadline, I work late. If not, I like to have normal hours, and get up early and work. When things are going well, I hate to quit. And then I'll work 'till exhausted. ↗

— Dave Brubeck

#early #exhausted #get #going #hate