#life

Life seemed ideal to him right then, and he was happy for the first time in a long time, and it felt like the sun was shining from his heart." - from the novel Brainjob by David Sloma. ↗

— David Sloma

#fiction #science #scifi #life

Those times are over and gone, and good-riddance to them, too. We were hopelessly high-spirited. Now we're the thick-waisted generation, dragging along our children behind us and carrying our parents on our backs. And we're in charge, while the figures who used to command our respect are wasting away. ↗

— Gregory Maguire

#time #life

An acquaintanceship with the literature of the world may be won by any person who will devote half an hour a day to the careful reading of the best books. The habit of reading good books is one that gives great comfort in all the stages and among all the vicissitudes of life. The man who has learned to love good reading is never alone. His friends are the great ones of human history, and to them he may always go for stimulating and helpful communion. --GQ 71 (GQ is A Guide for Quorums of the Melchizedek Priesthood, 3rd Edition, 1930) ↗

— John Andreas Widtsoe

#life

Could it be that the great Bonaparte is incapable of fathering a child? that it is not I who am at fault but you? ↗

— Carolly Erickson

#good-one #josephine-bonaparte #life

Whether you say you can or you can't, you're right. ↗

— Doug Worley

#saugus-high-school #strategy-class #life

I'm pounding and kicking him and I'm all me and I'm kicking and kicking into the face that's crying and begging for mercy, kicking, kicking...only for real, for cold ice real, it's not my foot smashing his face to a pulp, but my stick smashing the puck into the board, and it's not him crying, but me. ↗

— Jerry Spinelli

#life

Now," my mother sniffled, "WERE you abducted? Kidnapped?" "You mean did somebody snatch me?" "Yes. Well?" "Why would anybody wanna snatch ME?" "Megin. Just DID they?" "Did who? Who's THEY?" ANYBODY! Snatch you?" I laughed. "Jeez no!" And she grabbed me again and we cried some more. ↗

— Jerry Spinelli

#life

Fiction, with its preference for what is small and might elsewhere seem irrelevant; its facility for smuggling us into another skin and allowing us to live a new life there; its painstaking devotion to what without it might go unnoticed and unseen; its respect for contingency, and the unlikely and odd; its willingness to expose itself to moments of low, almost animal being and make them nobly illuminating, can deliver truths we might not otherwise stumble on. ↗

— David Malouf

#fiction #literature #life

To get our universe, with all of its potential for complexities or any kind of potential for any kind of life-form, everything has to be precisely defined on this knife edge of improbability…. [Y]ou have to see the hands of a creator who set the parameters to be just so because the creator was interested in something a little more complicated than random particles. ↗

— Francis Collins

#life #religion #the-universe #life

Inexplicably, I felt drops of icy sweat dripping up my back. I am aware that icy and sweat are contradictory by their very nature and should not be able to coexist in the same freakish bead of ICK WHAT IS THAT falling up my back. I am also aware things are not supposed to fall up. For that matter, criminals aren’t supposed to get it on with crimefighters. Yet here we were: Catwoman, Batman, icy, sweat, dripping, up. Sometimes life is like that. ↗

— Chris Dee

#irony #life