#me

It took me fifteen years to discover that I had no talent for writing, but I couldn't give it up because by that time I was too famous. ↗

— Robert Benchley

#writing #talent

The final proof of greatness lies in being able to endure criticism without resentment. ↗

— Elbert Hubbard

#being #criticism #endure #final #final proof

Commit yourself to good conduct (adab) both inwardly and outwardly; for whenever one transgresses the bounds of conduct outwardly, he is punished outwardly, and whenver one transgresses the bounds of conduct inwardly, he is punished inwardly. ↗

— Aisha the daughter of Abu Uthman Said B. Ismail Al Hiri of Nishapur.

#sufism #women-in-islam #islam

The very existence of flamethrowers proves that sometime, somewhere, someone said to themselves, 'You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I’m just not close enough to get the job done. ↗

— George Carlin

#invention #job

I want to know how watches can hold all the time in the world using only two hands. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#ponder #time #job

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. ↗

— William Faulkner

#nostalgia #strange

A'isha asked him: 'Does one come to Paradise only by the mercy of Allah?' He repeated three times over: 'No one comes to Paradise except by the mercy of Allah!' 'Not even you. Messenger of Allah?' she asked. 'Not even I, unless Allah enfolds me in His mercy. ↗

— Anonymous

#islam #mercy #paradise #rasulullah #islam

He's not a killer. He just wins... Thoroughly ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#graff #killing #space #winning

It's just like when you've got some coffee that's too black, which means it's too strong. What do you do? You integrate it with cream, you make it weak. But if you pour too much cream in it, you won't even know you ever had coffee. It used to be hot, it becomes cool. It used to be strong, it becomes weak. It used to wake you up, now it puts you to sleep. ↗

— Malcolm X

#integration #metaphor #race-relations #coffee

We're living in momentous times, Garion. The events of a thousand years and more have all focused on these very days. The world, I'm told, is like that. Centuries pass when nothing happens, and then in a few short years events of such tremendous importance take place that the world is never the same again." I think that if I had my choice, I'd prefer one of those quiet centuries," Garion said glumly. Oh, no," Silk said, his lips drawing back in a ferretlike grin. "Now's the time to be alive - to see it all happen, to be a part of it. That makes the blood race, and each breath is an adventure. ↗

— David Eddings

#fantasy #race