#me

There is no happiness for him who does not travel, Rohita! Thus we have heard. Living in the society of men, the best man becomes a sinner… therefore, wander!… The fortune of him who is sitting, sits; it rises when he rises; it sleeps when he sleeps; it moves when he moves. Therefore, wander! ↗

— Aitareya Brahmanan in the Rigveda

#men

To my embarrassment, I was crying again. Real girl tears for the second time, these ones born out of frustration. That didn't happen to me very often, but I hated it when it did. It was faulty wiring in the female body, tear ducts attached directly to the frustration meter. Trying to explain to men that no, I wasn't being manipulative, I just couldn't stop my eyes from leaking salt water, only added to the aggravation. ↗

— C.E. Murphy

#tears #men

All around the Mediterranean you'll find cultures that believe men can't control themselves and shouldn't have to try. ↗

— Sheri S. Tepper

#self-control #men

Always wanting another man than your own. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#wanting #men

I seemed to be upon the verge of comprehension, without the power to comprehend as men, at time, find themselves upon the brink of rememberance, without being able, in the end, to remember. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#men

Achievement seems to be connected with action. Successful men and women keep moving. They make mistakes, but they don't quit. ↗

— Conrad Hilton

#men

He hesitated till the last moment, but finally dropped them in the box, saying, "I shall win!"--the cry of a gambler, the cry of the great general, the compulsive cry that has ruined more men than it has ever saved. ↗

— Honoré de Balzac

#pride #self-assuredness #truism #men

Dead men are not friends to living men, and give them no gifts. (Ghan-buri-Ghan, of allies during war) ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#treaty #war #men

I will make you a fisher of men ↗

— Anonymous

#jesus #men

There were people dying everywhere getting massacred in every town and village, there were people being picked up and thrown into dark jails in unknown parts, there were dungeons in the city where hundreds of young men were kept in heavy chains and from where many never emerged alive, there were thousands who had disappeared leaving behind women with photographs and perennial waiting ,there were multitudes of dead bodies on the roads, in hospital beds, in fresh martyrs' graveyards and scattered casually on the snow of mindless borders. ↗

— Mirza Waheed

#the-collaborator #war #men