#isa

Every social organisation which is rooted in life still lasts a long time, even after the conditions from which it drew its strength have changed in a manner unfavourable to it. ↗

— Karl Radek

#changed #conditions #drew #even #every

Not only is our love for our children sometimes tinged with annoyance, discouragement, and disappointment, the same is true for the love our children feel for us. ↗

— Bruno Bettelheim

#children #disappointment #discouragement #feel #love

The courage to be is rooted in the God who appears when God has disappeared in the anxiety of doubt. ↗

— Paul Tillich

#appears #courage #disappeared #doubt #god

We would be there for Canada, part of our family. That is why so many in the United States are disappointed and upset that Canada is not fully supporting us now. ↗

— Paul Cellucci

#disappointed #family #fully #many #now

But we must not, if we are loyal, disperse our energies in a partisan warfare that is waged without regard to its consequences to the well being, security, or honor of the country. ↗

— Bainbridge Colby

#consequences #country #disperse #energies #honor

I go to St. Matthews in Pacific Palisades, an Episcopal Church. ↗

— Stephen Collins

#episcopal #go #i #matthews #pacific

Newton was not the first of the age of reason. He was the last of the magicians, the last of the Babylonians and Sumerians, the last great mind that looked out on the visible and intellectual world with the same eyes as those who began to build our intellectual inheritance rather less than 10,000 years ago. ↗

— John Maynard Keynes

#magic #science #age

…that's what old people are here for, — else their experience is of little use. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#louisa-may-alcott #old-age #age

An aged monk led me to the infirmary. "He's got the place to himself. Once the other invalids learned there was a dragon coming they miraculously got well! The lame could walk and the blind decided they didn't really need to see. He's a panacea. ↗

— Rachel Hartman

#humor #miracles #age

Now as I climb this mountain, from the top of which I shall see Africa, my mind is printed with brown-paper parcels and your faces. I have been stained by you and corrupted. You smelt so unpleasant, too, lining up outside doors to buy tickets. All were dressed in indeterminate shades of grey and brown, never even a blue feather pinned to a hat. None had the courage to be one thing rather than another. What dissolution of the soul you demanded in order to get through one day, what lies, bowings, scrapings, fluency and servility! How you chained me to one spot, one hour, one chair, and sat yourselves down opposite! How you snatched from me the white spaces that lie between hour and hour and rolled them into dirty pellets and tossed them into the wastepaper basket with your greasy paws. Yet those were my life. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#limitation #misanthropy #waste #courage