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Springtime in Massachusetts is depressing for those who embrace a progressive view of history and experience. It does not gradually develop as spring is supposed to. Instead, the crocuses bloom and the grass grows, but the foliage is independent from the weather, which gets colder and colder and sadder and sadder until June when one day it becomes brutishly hot without warning...It was fitting, then, that the first people who chose to settle there were mentally suspect. ↗

— Rebecca Harrington

#new-england #spring #experience

Time is not a means to keep or prove your worth in the world, but a means to experience the richness of all that is. ↗

— Elizabeth Grace Saunders

#happiness-life #inspiration #life-balance #self-improvement #self-worth

Sometimes it seems that those with the greatest disregard for our laws are the same people in charge of creating or enforcing them. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#laws #life #experience

Mark Twain, cynical about so much else, has a particular reverence in the Holy Land for "sitting where a god has stood". What flabbergasted him was that his traveling companions would be in such a sanctified environment and winter what they saw according to other writers or their denominational background instead their own experience with the holy. ↗

— Mark Twain

#relationship-with-god #religion #experience

Would you die if I wished hard enough? ↗

— Viral

#gurren-lagann #funny

This process of assimilation, which takes place in depth, requires a state of relaxation that is becoming rarer and rarer. If sleep is the apogee of physical relaxation, boredom is the apogee of mental relaxation. Boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience. A rustling in the leaves drives him away. His nesting places - the activities that are intimately associated with boredom - are already extinct in the cities and are declining in the country as well. With this the gift for listening is lost and the community of listeners disappears. For storytelling is always the art of repeated stories, and this art is lost when the stories are no longer retained. ↗

— Walter Benjamin

#listening #relaxation #storytelling #art

I never know what I’m going to want to curl up in bed with.” I shrug. “How about a man?” she retorts. ↗

— Alexandra Potter

#dating #men #relationships #sex #women

It was true. Men could be with whomever they pleased. But women had to date better, kinder, richer, and bright, bright, bright, or else people got embarrassed. ↗

— Lorrie Moore

#feminism #feminism-gender #gender #gender-roles #relationships

He’d had to fold his long legs into his desk. His boots had seen better days, and his jeans unraveled in a curiously irresistible way at the bottom. He didn’t look like anyone I’d ever seen before. He reminded me of an actor in an old Western—Rock Hudson in Giant—all dark intensity. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#dating #glass-girl #henry-whitmire #love #meg-kavanagh

He had the red serviette tucked into his t-shirt at the neck which made me laugh. He hadn’t done this since our third date when I had told him off for his bad manners. ↗

— Kate Chisman

#eating #laugh #love #relationships #together