#lit

Whenever I dwell for any length of time on my own shortcomings, they gradually begin to seem mild, harmless, rather engaging little things, not at all like the staring defects in other people's characters. ↗

— Margaret Halsey

#begin #characters #defects #dwell #engaging

Not only the entire ability to think rests on language... but language is also the crux of the misunderstanding of reason with itself. ↗

— Johann Georg Hamann

#also #crux #entire #itself #language

I was just ice skating. I had no concept of that. In those days you couldn't see the judges. I was this little person on the ice and they were just people that would stand around the boards. ↗

— Dorothy Hamill

#boards #concept #days #had #i

In politics, as in religion, it is equally absurd to aim at making proselytes by fire and sword. Heresies in either can rarely be cured by persecution. ↗

— Alexander Hamilton

#aim #cured #either #equally #fire

An hour or two spent in writing from dictation, another hour or two in reading aloud, a little geography and a little history and a little physics made the day pass busily. ↗

— Hudson Stuck

#another #busily #day #dictation #geography

When the freedom they wished for most was freedom from responsibility, then Athens ceased to be free and was never free again. ↗

— Edith Hamilton

#athens #ceased #free #freedom #freedom from

You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent. ↗

— Alexander Hamilton

#affections #consent #into #sensibility #should

Events often move faster than our ability to comprehend them. ↗

— Lee H. Hamilton

#comprehend #events #faster #move #often

It was just you had to be strong, and if you weren't strong you're a victim and you're not going to make it. That was the reality when I was growing up. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#going #growing #growing up #had #i

The suspense: the fearful, acute suspense: of standing idly by while the life of one we dearly love, is trembling in the balance; the racking thoughts that crowd upon the mind, and make the heart beat violently, and the breath come thick, by the force of the images they conjure up before it; the desperate anxiety to be doing something to relieve the pain, or lessen the danger, which we have no power to alleviate; the sinking of soul and spirit, which the sad remembrance of our helplessness produces; what tortures can equal these; what reflections of endeavours can, in the full tide and fever of the time, allay them! ↗

— Charles Dickens

#helplessness #loved-ones #sickness #equality