#m

The truth may not set you free, but used carefully, it can confuse the hell out of your enemies. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#honesty #truth #enemy

Arthur Dent: What happens if I press this button? Ford Prefect: I wouldn't- Arthur Dent: Oh. Ford Prefect: What happened? Arthur Dent: A sign lit up, saying 'Please do not press this button again. ↗

— Douglas Adams

#play

The present age has seen a great slump in humanist values. ↗

— Christopher Dawson

#great #humanist #present #seen #slump

Die Welt ist wie Wasser, scharlachrot und sanft gefärbt mit hellem Himmel. Und manchmal sind die Träume, die sich tief in den vergessenen Liedern unserer Kindheit verbergen, wie die Pfade in den Tiefen Wäldern, von jenem schweren Dunkel, das allein zu betreten man sich scheut, weil was dort schlummert, nur selten ist, was man zu finden erhofft. ↗

— Christoph Marzi

#fantasy #first-sentence #german #dreams

Never take the first brick out of the wall unless you know it is meant to fall ↗

— Bathsheba Dailey

#encouragement #faith #hurt #love #faith

Anything that feels good couldn't possibly be bad. ↗

— Angelina Jolie

#self-indulgence #emotion

How did your mother die?” asked Delk. “Car accident,” Katie replied, gazing out over the water. “She’d been to mass. A tire blew on the way home, and she was gone. I was nineteen, Pather’s age, when it happened. My brother was only eleven.” She paused. “I do know what you’re going through.” Katie looked at her. “Pather told you?” Katie nodded. Delk was glad Pather had told his sister; she was relieved not to have to tell the story again. “Does it ever . . . you know . . . get any better?” Katie shrugged her narrow shoulders and smiled. “In some ways it does, but it’s a bit like running a long race with a rock in your shoe. You get used to it, but it always hurts a little. ↗

— Suzanne Supplee

#delk #family #katie #mother #when-irish-guys-are-smiling

The next time? Oh, my dear Eliza, you're not going to carry on with this, are you? The Faceless Ones had their chance. They returned and they were sent away again. It's time to move on. Time to take up another hobby, like crocheting, or serial killing. ↗

— Derek Landy

#hobbies #humor #skulduggery-pleasant #death

the dream had come again, like the sun after a storm. It was the same dream that had come many times before, battering down the doors of my mind night after night since i was a child. it was the sort of dreams all girls dream, i suppose- a dream of mysterious worlds and hidden doorways, of leaves that breathe and make music when they are rustled in the wind, and river that bubbles and froth with secrets. ↗

— Kailin Gow

#dreams

The emotions between the races could never be pure; even love was tarnished by the desire to find in the other some element that was missing in ourselves. Whether we sought out our demons or salvation, the other race would always remain just that: menacing, alien, and apart. ↗

— Barack Obama

#reflection #dreams