#ladder

As we ascend the social ladder, viciousness wears a thicker mask. ↗

— Erich Fromm

#ladder #mask #social #thicker #wears

The more flesh you show, the higher up the ladder you go. ↗

— Jerry Hall

#go #higher #ladder #more #show

We are taught to consume. And that's what we do. But if we realized that there really is no reason to consume, that it's just a mind set, that it's just an addiction, then we wouldn't be out there stepping on people's hands climbing the corporate ladder of success. ↗

— River Phoenix

#climbing #consume #corporate #hands #just

Our weaponry was not dropped onto our laps one morning. It is not manna from Sinai’s skies. Since Agincourt, the White man has refined & evolved the gunpowder sciences until our modern armies may field muskets by the tens of thousands! Aha!’ you will ask, yes, ‘But why us Aryans? Why not the Unipeds of Ur or the Mandrakes of Mauritius?’ Because, Preacher, of all the world’s races, our love—or rather our rapacity—for treasure, gold, spices & dominion, oh, most of all, sweet dominion, is the keenest, the hungriest, the most unscrupulous! This rapacity yes, powers our Progress; for ends infernal or divine I know not. Nor do you know, sir. Nor do I overly care. I feel only gratitude that my Maker cast me on the winning side. ↗

— David Mitchell

#ladder-of-cvilization #musket #love

Looking back on those days and little leaguer, the Hall of Fame is not even a blinking star, but through baseball travels and moving up the ladder, that star begins to flicker. ↗

— Wade Boggs

#baseball #begins #days #even #fame

I go around the country and do a simple gag like, 'The property ladder is now a snake' and get a real laugh. ↗

— Jimmy Carr

#country #gag #get #get a real #go

Being popular with an audience is a very rickety ladder to be on. ↗

— Louis C. K.

#being #ladder #popular #very

In my case Pilgrim's Progress consisted in my having to climb down a thousand ladders until I could reach out my hand to the little clod of earth that I am. ↗

— Carl Jung

#case #climb #consisted #could #down

She's the kind of girl who climbed the ladder of success wrong by wrong. ↗

— Mae West

#girl #kind #ladder #she #success

If ever again we happened to lose our balance, just when sleepwalking through the same dream on the brink of hell’s valley, if ever the magical mare (whom I ride through the night air hollowed out into caverns and caves where wild animals live) in a crazy fit of anger over some word I might have said without the perfect sweetness that works on her like a charm, if ever the magic Mare looks over her shoulder and whinnies: “So! You don’t love me!” and bucks me off, sends me flying to the hyenas, if ever the paper ladder that I climb so easily to go pick stars for Promethea—at the very instant that I reach out my hand and it smells like fresh new moon, so good, it makes you believe in god’s genius—if ever at that very instant my ladder catches fire—because it is so fragile, all it would take is someone’s brushing against it tactlessly and all that would be left is ashes—if ever I had the dreadful luck again to find myself falling screaming down into the cruel guts of separation, and emptying all my being of hope, down to the last milligram of hope, until I am able to melt into the pure blackness of the abyss and be no more than night and a death rattle, I would really rather not be tumbling around without my pencil and paper. ↗

— Hélène Cixous

#fire #hope #ladder #writing #anger