#here

What is the use of theorizing as to wherein lies the charm that moves us? ↗

— Alfred de Vigny

#lies #moves #theorizing #us #use

Well, they had a lot of the things they found in his possession. They had the map, you know, that marked the route of the parade. They had statements from the bus driver and the taxicab driver that hauled him somewhere. ↗

— Henry Wade

#bus driver #cab driver #driver #found #had

And they talk about their bona fide doctors. They have a list of doctors that signed affidavits from looking at a picture of Terry. That's where they get their information from, by looking at a picture. ↗

— Michael Schiavo

#bona #bona fide #doctors #fide #get

The world is kept alive only by heretics: the heretic Christ, the heretic Copernicus, the heretic Tolstoy. Our symbol of faith is heresy. (“Tomorrow”) ↗

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

#heresy #heretics #tolstoy #faith

Perchance you who pronounce my sentence are in greater fear than I who receive it. ↗

— Giordano Bruno

#fear #heresy #faith

But why do some people support [the heretics]?" "Because it serves their purposes, which concern the faith rarely, and more often the conquest of power." "Is that why the church of Rome accuses all its adversaries of heresy?" "That is why, and that is also why it recognizes as orthodoxy any heresy it can bring back under its own control or must accept because the heresy has become too strong. ↗

— Umberto Eco

#heresy #orthodoxy #power #faith

I'm not saying we need to stop immigration at all; people can come from wherever. ↗

— Jeb Bradley

#i #immigration #need #people #saying

The faith a movement proclaims doesn't count: what counts is the hope it offers. All heresies are the banner of a reality, an exclusion. Scratch the heresy and you will find the leper. Every battle against heresy wants only this: to keep the leper as he is. ↗

— Umberto Eco

#heresy #leprosy #poverty #faith

Everyone has always said I look like Bailey, but I don't. I have grey eyes to her green, an oval face to her heart-shaped one, I'm shorter, scrawnier, paler, flatter, plainer, tamer. All we shared is a madhouse of curls that I imprison in a ponytail while she let hers rave like madness around her head. I don't sing in my sleep or eat the petals off flowers or run into the rain instead of out of it. I'm the unplugged-in one, the side-kick sister, tucked into a corner of her shadow. Boys followed her everywhere; they filled the booths at the restaurant where she waitressed, herded around her at the river. One day, I saw a boy come up behind her and pull a strand of her long hair I understood this- I felt the same way. In photographs of us together, she is always looking at the camera, and I am always looking at her. ↗

— Jandy Nelson

#family #grief #jandy-nelson #sister #the-sky-is-everywhere

I can't be expected to produce deathless prose in an atmosphere of gloom and eucalyptus. ↗

— Gerald Durrell

#eucalyptus #gloom #prose #family