#hum

A person cannot approach the divine by reaching beyond the human. To become human, is what this individual person, has been created for. ↗

— Martin Buber

#become #been #beyond #cannot #created

I do, indeed, close my door at times and surrender myself to a book, but only because I can open the door again and see a human face looking at me. ↗

— Martin Buber

#because #book #close #door #face

I am a candid interview and I have a dark and dry sense of humor - a very Canadian sense of humor and I am only learning now stupidly that you can't read tongue. When I say something funny in a newspaper and I meant it to be funny, it doesn't read that way. ↗

— Michael Buble

#canadian #candid #dark #dry #funny

True humility is contentment. ↗

— Henri Frederic Amiel

#humility #true

The whole question of God and what God is, and whether it's a blond guy with a beard, I don't know... I don't know that. Do I believe that there's something greater at work than the sum of humanity? Yeah, I think so. ↗

— Anthony LaPaglia

#believe #blond #god #greater #guy

Losing your capital is like losing your trousers. It is a real humiliation, and one not to be soon repeated. ↗

— James Buchan

#humiliation #like #losing #real #repeated

Claptrap last week,” Lady D announced. “I think the priest is getting old.” Gareth opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, his grandmother’s cane swung around in a remarkably steady horizontal arc. “Don’t,” she warned, “make a comment beginning with the words, ‘Coming from you…’” “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he demurred. “Of course you would,” she stated. “You wouldn’t be my grandson if you wouldn’t.” She turned to Hyacinth. “Don’t you agree?” To her credit, Hyacinth folded her hands in her lap and said, “Surely there is no right answer to that question.” “Smart girl,” Lady D said approvingly. “I learn from the master.” Lady Danbury beamed. “Insolence aside,” she continued determinedly, gesturing toward Gareth as if he were some sort of zoological specimen, “he really is an exceptional grandson. Couldn’t have asked for more.” Gareth watched with amusement as Hyacinth murmured something that was meant to convey her agreement without actually doing so. “Of course,” Grandmother Danbury added with a dismissive wave of her hand, “he hasn’t much in the way of competition. The rest of them have only three brains to share among them.” Not the most ringing of endorsements, considering that she had twelve living grandchildren. “I’ve heard some animals eat their young,” Gareth murmured, to no one in particular. Hyacinth wrinkled her nose, as she always did when she was thinking hard. It wasn’t a terribly attractive expression, but the alternative was simply not to think, which she didn’t find appealing. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#humor #lady-d #romance #dreams

Where consumption is both conspicuous and competitive, humanity will never run out of new wishes. All the while, industry creates new desires that are marketed, in the great fashion paradox, as both novelty and need. ↗

— James Buchan

#competitive #conspicuous #consumption #creates #desires

Religion points to that area of human experience where in one way or another man comes upon mystery as a summons to pilgrimage. ↗

— Frederick Buechner

#another man #area #comes #experience #human

There seems to be some perverse human characteristic that likes to make easy things difficult. ↗

— Warren Buffett

#difficult #easy #human #likes #make