#l

Proximity to death brings with it a corresponding proximity to life. ↗

— Tim O'Brien

#life #death

When you wish upon a falling star, your dreams can come true. Unless it's really a meteor hurtling to the Earth which will destroy all life. Then you're pretty much hosed no matter what you wish for. Unless it's death by meteorite. ↗

— Justin Sewell

#death

Life is a wild ride, but that's how we learn about boys. ↗

— Awesome Babe

#love #shayla #life

Now we wake up with our memory and fix our gazes on that which was; whispering sweetness, which once coursed through us, sits silently beside us with loosened hair ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#memory #love

Human beings are no longer born to their place in life, and chained down by an inexorable bond to the place they are born to, but are free to employ their faculties, and such favourable chances as offer, to achieve the lot which may appear to them most desirable. ↗

— John Stuart Mill

#independence #liberation #liberty #women #freedom

We must be free, but to have real freedom, you must be wild and free yourself. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#freedom #love-yourself #out-of-the-box #freedom

The use of drugs is not an effective means of facilitating real escape. It merely gives that erroneous and illusive impression. Well, illusive with an I and elusive with an E. At best, narcotics do no more than promote bonhomie and give you a temporary taste of what freedom might be like; and drugs take you into another sub-level of, or sub-culture in, the same old game. The same old game, but with additional consequences. And at worst, well ... suffice it to say that you really, really do not want to go there. ↗

— H.M. Forester

#escape #reality #freedom

If the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed" (John 8:36). ↗

— Cynthia Heald

#freedom

Equipped with his five senses, man explores the universe around him and calls the adventure Science. ↗

— Edwin Powell Hubble

#around #calls #equipped #explores #five

Do you know, Mother, that Haj Salem was buried alive in his home? Does he tell you stories in heaven now? I wish I had had a chance to meet him. To see his toothless grin and touch his leathery skin. To beg him, as you did in your youth, for a story from our Palestine. He was over one hundred years old, Mother. To have lived so long, only to be crushed to death by a bulldozer. Is this what it means to be Palestinian? ↗

— Susan Abulhawa

#mother #palestine #palestinians #death