#hiv

If you want to gather honey, don't kick over the beehive. ↗

— Dale Carnegie

#gather #honey #kick #over #want

If you are working 50 hours a week in a factory, you don't have time to read 10 newspapers a day and go back to declassified government archives. But such people may have far-reaching insights into the way the world works. ↗

— Noam Chomsky

#back #day #factory #far-reaching #go

You've never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive. ↗

— Jean Cocteau

#day #death #every #every day #glass

The sword was a very elegant weapon in the days of the samurai. You had honor and chivalry much like the knights, and yet it was a gruesome and horrific weapon. ↗

— Dustin Diamond

#days #elegant #gruesome #had #honor

When you hear buzz around the beehive, you know they're making honey in there. ↗

— Terrence Howard

#beehive #buzz #hear #honey #know

Abstinence, being faithful and correct and consistent condom use are the only ways to successfully reach everyone when discussing HIV prevention. I believe that the abstinence message alone does not solve the AIDS epidemic. ↗

— Ashley Judd

#aids #alone #being #believe #condom

The Carnegie Foundation is well aware of the fact that their reports frequently find their way to dusty archives in academic institutions, but occasionally people pick up a segment of a report and act upon it. ↗

— C. Everett Koop

#act #archives #aware #carnegie #dusty

Then as now, whatever disagreements over policies existed among Americans - and there were many such bitter policy disputes - the purposes and goals for which Americans fought were clearly understood. ↗

— Allen Weinstein

#administration #american #american people #archivist #essentially

You could fill an airlift to Africa with all the food generated by one dead Jew. ↗

— Jonathon Tropper

#shiva #food

Yet I never sought what is real, yearned for the real, but rather I have yearned for dreams more than solid things. I can say I love the textures of dreams. The way they hover and almost taste. The clouds and darkness that linger behind, mostly unseen. And the palette of dreams. You can almost taste the colours, they seem as words on the tip of the tongue, unsayable as pomegranate seeds, unsayable as thick cream, the darkness of such a thick cream. This is why I am obsessed with dreams. They know what we cannot. Night after night they try and tell us the impossible. Dreams are secret and closed, and also contain everything, gushing, splayed open. Dream suitcases, carpetbags, hold-alls. They influence us secretly and they draw me to travel to nowhere, to beauty’s passage, through halls of mirrors where I know I am not myself, I know I am sublime. ↗

— Shawna Lemay

#hive-a-forgery #beauty