#humanity

love is like a rain bow can be seen in many different colors ↗

— Abby Taylor

#love

Dalam gelap ku bertanya bagaimana cinta itu melihat yang nyata sedangkan mata ini tak pernah terpejam. (Maybe the eye can misjudge but love will never be wrong). ↗

— Linda

#love #love

Love is the light by which all are brought forward out of darkness. ↗

— LeeAnn Taylor

#earth #fear #heaven #hope #humanity

Understanding the beauty of our humanity unlocks the power of our spirituality. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#inspirational #life #power #spirituality #understanding

Men had always been the reciters of poetry in the desert. ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#poetry #men

There are two kinds of truth: the truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The first of these is science, and the second is art. Neither is independent of the other or more important than the other. Without art science would be as useless as a pair of high forceps in the hands of a plumber. Without science art would become a crude mess of folklore and emotional quackery. The truth of art keeps science from becoming inhuman, and the truth of science keeps art from becoming ridiculous." (Great Thought, February 19, 1938) ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#emotion #humanity #inspirational #science #truth

For God’s sake, let us be men not monkeys minding machines or sitting with our tails curled while the machine amuses us, the radio or film or gramophone. Monkeys with a bland grin on our faces. ↗

— D.H. Lawrence

#humanity #machines #monkeys #reflection #thought

But for a moment Dirk had a sense of inifinite loss and sadness that somewhere among the frenzy of information noise that daily rattled the lives of men he thought he might have heard a few notes that denoted the movements of gods. ↗

— Douglas Adams

#humanity #men

Once I thought that to be human was the highest aim a man could have, but I see now that it was meant to destroy me. To-day I am proud to say that I am inhuman, that I belong not to men and governments, that I have nothing to do with creeds and principles. I have nothing to do with the creaking machinery of humanity - I belong to the earth! ↗

— Henry Miller

#men

Your scorn for mediocrity blinds you to its vast primitive power. You stand in the glare of your own brilliance, unable to see into the dim corners of the room, to dilate your eyes and see the potential dangers of the mass, the wad of humanity. Even as I tell you this, dear student, you cannot quite believe that lesser men, in whatever numbers, can really defeat you. But we are in the age of the mediocre man. He is dull, colorless, boring — but inevitably victorious. The amoeba outlives the tiger because it divides and continues in its immortal monotony. The masses are the final tyrants. See how, in the arts, Kabuki wanes and withers while popular novels of violence and mindless action swamp the mind of the mass reader. And even in that timid genre, no author dares to produce a genuinely superior man as his hero, for in his rage of shame the mass man will send his yojimbo, the critic, to defend him. The roar of the plodders is inarticulate, but deafening. They have no brain, but they have a thousand arms to grasp and clutch at you, drag you down. ↗

— Trevanian

#inarticulate #masses #shibumi #wad #age