#lane

I'm an ardent Trekkie and I look forward to the United Federation of Planets. ↗

— Mike Oldfield

#federation #forward #i #look #planets

Not that chance dominated events in the early Solar System, for scientific determinism was also functioning. But chance is an essential factor in all evolutionary events, and the birth and development of our planetary system were not exceptions. ↗

— Eric Chaisson

#determinism #evolution #planet #solar-system #age

Choose love by choosing acceptance over anger. ↗

— James Doyle

#anger

There is only one reason I did not go down in flames over the Angers, and that is because I knew I had Julie in the back. Would never have had the presence of mind to put that fire out if I hadn't been trying to save her life. ↗

— Elizabeth Wein

#plane #anger

And like no other sculpture in the history of art, the dead engine and dead airframe come to life at the touch of a human hand, and join their life with the pilot's own. ↗

— Richard Bach

#airplanes #aviation #flying #pilot #art

I hope they change my drugs soon. Whatever I'm on isn't working. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mackayla-lane #change

Flanieren ist eine Art Lektüre der Straße, wobei Menschengesichter, Auslagen, Schaufenster, Café-Terrassen, Bahnen, Autos, Bäume zu gleichberechtigten Buchstaben werden, die zusammen Worte, Sätze, Seiten eines immer neuen Buches ergeben. ↗

— Franz Hessel

#art

Everything that is necessary is also easy. You just have to accept it. And the most necessary, the most natural matter on this planet is death. ↗

— Friedrich Durrenmatt

#also #death #easy #everything #just

No one ever seems to wonder what happens if it turns out we hate living on a planet? What if the sky’s too big? What if the air stinks? What if we go hungry?’ ‘And what if the air tastes of honey? What if there’s so much food we all get too fat? What if the sky is so beautiful we don’t get any work done because we’re all looking at it too much? ↗

— Patrick Ness

#hope #hopeful #planet #space #space-travel

The Song of the Winged Ones is a song of celebration, written as though the singer were standing on the Dragon Isle watching the dragons flying in the sun. The words are full of wonder at the beauty of the creatures; and there is a curious pause in the middle of one of the stanzas near the end, where the singer waits a full four measures in silence for those who listen to hear the music of distant dragon wings. It seldom fails to bring echoes of something beyond the silence, and is almost never performed because many bards fear it. I love it. ↗

— Elizabeth Kerner

#elizabeth-kerner #lanen #music #song #song-of-the-winged-ones