#fes

Endurance is more than just competing, it's more than just running, it's a lifestyle of no easy options! ↗

— a runner

#lifestyle

There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#confession #sin #blame

All for one and one for all. ↗

— Alexandre Dumas

Never do anything that you can't admit doing, because if you are that ashamed of whatever it is, it's probably wrong. ↗

— Ashly Lorenzana

#honesty #integrity #morality #truth #morals

Torch every book. Burn every page. Char every word to ash. Ideas are incombustible. And therein lies your real fear. ↗

— Ellen Hopkins

#manifesto #censorship

I kissed her," he explained, aggrieved. "Mmm, yes, I had the dubious pleasure of witnessing that, ah-hem, overly public occurrence." Lyall sharpened his pen nib, using a small copper blade that ejected from the end of his glassicals. "Well! Why hasn't she done anything about it?" the Alpha wanted to know. "You mean like whack you upside the noggin with that deadly parasol of hers? I would be cautious in that area if I were you. ↗

— Gail Carriger

#professor-lyall #wit

Solving a problem for which you know there’s an answer is like climbing a mountain with a guide, along a trail someone else has laid. In mathematics, the truth is somewhere out there in a place no one knows, beyond all the beaten paths. And it’s not always at the top of the mountain. It might be in a crack on the smoothest cliff or somewhere deep in the valley. ↗

— Yōko Ogawa

#mathematics #ogawa #problem-solving #professor #mathematics

His chains chinked softly. I seldom fling children from towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#improvement

All this talking, this rather liquid confessing, was something I didn't think I could ever bring myself to do. It seemed foolhardy to me, like an uncooked egg deciding to to come out of its shell: there would be a risk of spreading out too far, turning into a formless puddle. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#introverts #introvert

... all this talking, this rather liquid confessing, was something I didn't think I could ever bring myself to do. It seemed foolhardy to me, like an uncooked egg deciding to to come out of its shell: there would be a risk of spreading out too far, turning into a formless puddle. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#introverts #talking #introvert