#i

Im Kampf gegen den Terror zählt [...] die Freiheit des Einzelnen wenig. ↗

— Heribert Prantl

#terrorism #freedom

Now it was done. He was free of Xanth forever. Free to make his own life, without being ridiculed or mothered or tempted. Free to be himself. Bink put his face in his hands and cried. ↗

— Piers Anthony

#freedom #life #freedom

A real friendship ought to introduce each person to unexpected weirdness in the other. ↗

— Jaron Lanier

#friendship

Colleges and departments of education have developed in response to the need for preparing the tens of thousands of teachers required to staff our immense public school system. That they have a most important function to discharge is plain for all to see. But instead of seeing that their products are equipped with sound learning in the various arts and sciences, they have ignored this and have concentrated almost exclusively upon methods of education. They have erected pseudo-science called "Education," most of whose courses are made up of commonplaces expressed in pretentious jargon. ↗

— Richard Weaver

#art

i love mermaids i cant live without books about them. ↗

— Tera Lynn Childs

#forgiveness

... Faustus ... dared to confirm he had advanced beyond the level of a scarlet sinner — he was a conscious follower of the Prince of Darkness. The fact he could publicly project an Antichrist image with pride, having no fear of reprisal, and his seeming diabolical art of escaping all punishment when others who were considered heretics had burned at the stake for less, would certainly signal that an unnatural individual walked in their midst. It is true in many respects he assumed the role of the charlatan, yet how apropos, considering his willingness to follow his ‘brother-in-law’ known as the Father of Lies and deception. ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#devil #evil #evil-men #evil-people #faust

I must have killed a lot of cows in a past life for Karma to hate me this much. ↗

— Katie McGarry

#funny #karma #katie-mcgarry #pushing-the-limits #funny

My lips are just forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss

Love is a sacrificial item ↗

— Asa Don Brown

#acceptance #forgiveness #love #unconditional #forgiveness

I am Cinna's bird, ignited, flying frantically to escape something inescapable. The feathers of flame that grow from my body. Beating my wings only fans the blaze. I consume myself, but to no end. Finally, my wings begin to falter, I lose height, and gravity pulls me into a foamy sea the color of Finnick's eyes. I float on my back, which continues to burn beneath the water, but the agony quiets to pain. When I am adrift and unable to navigate, that's when they come. The dead. The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. I want so badly to follow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them. The ones I hated have taken to the water, horrible scaled things that tear my salty flesh with needle teeth. Biting again and again. Dragging me beneath the surface. The small white bird tinged in pink dives down, buries her claws in my chest, and tries to keep me afloat. "No, Katniss! No! You can't go!" But the ones I hated are winning, and if she clings to me, she'll be lost as well. "Prim, let go!" And finally she does. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#book #burn #dead #end #fire