#hum

Master: When a human being asks 'WHO AM I?', the honest answer is eternal silence. Disciple: Do we make noise to feel that silence, Master? ↗

— Saurabh Sharma

#inspiration #master #spirituality #wisdom #inspirational

he would now have comprehended that work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do, and that play consists of whaterver a body is not obliged to do. And this would help him to understand why construcing artificial flowers or performing on a tread-mill, is work, whilst rolling nine-pins or climbing Mont Blanc is only amusement. There are wealthy gentlemen in England who drive four-horse passenger-coaches twenty or thirty miles on a daily line, in the summer, because the privilege costs them consideralbe money; but if they were offered wages for the service that would turn it into work, then they would resign. ↗

— Mark Twain

#money

Sylvia grabs my sleeve. “He’s a looker.” “I know. The problem is, he knows it, too. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#humour #romance #young-adult-fiction #young-adult-romance #funny

Please don't humiliate me by killing yourself before we can save your life. ↗

— Kristin Hannah

#medical #home

Your boy here-" Ware jerked his head in angry indication "can't explain himself worth a damn." That;s hardly news to me. Nonethelss," Gareth said, "I can't allow you to kill him. His death would be a terrible inconvenience for me." Ware snorted. "If this is a same of his behavior, his death couldn't be so inconvenient as his life. ↗

— Courtney Milan

#reputation #death

We are getting older fatter and balder. Each day brings us one step closer to death. Other than that, life's a ding-a-derry. ↗

— M. Kushner

#inspirational #death

Rincewind could scream for mercy in nineteen languages, and just scream in another forty-four. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#humor

Today we have made a fetish of choice; but a chosen death is forbidden. Perhaps what distinguishes humans from other animals is that humans have learnt to cling more abjectly to life. ↗

— John Gray

#dying-animals #humans #life #straw-dogs #suicide

I think one of the prophets stuttered when he dictated your specs,” Jal said, snickering. “Or the gene-splicer was daydreaming about his high-status trueborn love and he botched your programming. ↗

— Karen Sandler

#love

What would men be without women? Scarce, sir...mighty scarce. ↗

— Mark Twain

#men #women #humor