#forge

Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood. Heat is required to forge anything. Every great accomplishment is the story of a flaming heart. ↗

— Arnold H. Glasow

#anything #blood #cold #created #ever

People in cities may forget the soil for as long as a hundred years, but Mother Nature's memory is long and she will not let them forget indefinitely. ↗

— Henry Cantwell Wallace

#cities #forget #hundred #indefinitely #long

People's ability to forget what they do not want to know, to overlook what is before their eyes, was seldom put to the test better than in Germany at that time. ↗

— W. G. Sebald

#before #better #eyes #forget #germany

Love is inaudible—until you hear it. And once you do, you’ll never forget the sound of her voice.
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— Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#forget #hear #inaudible #listen #love

Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself. ↗

— Henry Miller

#develop #forget #interest #interesting #interesting people

If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered. ↗

— John Keats

#beauty

Like it takes so little not only to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#forgetting #change

The living mourn the dead for a time but they forget about them as days pass. The living are so selfish, so spoilt, so taken with the very act of living that they don't remember long. ↗

— Natsuo Kirino

#forgetting #mourning #death

One must not forget that recovery is brought about not by the physician, but by the sick man himself. He heals himself, by his own power, exactly as he walks by means of his own power, or eats, or thinks, breathes or sleeps. ↗

— Georg Groddeck

#breathes #brought #eats #exactly #forget

It takes so little, so infinitely little, for someone to find himself on the other side of the border, where everything - love, convictions, faith, history - no longer has meaning. The whole mystery of human life resides on the fact that it is spent in the immediate proximity of, and even in direct contact with, that border, that it is separated from it not by kilometers but by barely a millimeter. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#forgetting #meaningless #faith