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We need more windows for the houses. And for men, more reason! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

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I am a dash man and not a miler, and it is probable that I will never write a novel. So far the novels of this war have had too much of the strength, maturity and craftsmanship critics are looking for, and too little of the glorious imperfections which teeter and fall off the best minds. The men who have been in this war deserve some sort of trembling melody rendered without embarrassment or regret. I’ll watch for that book. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#novel #short-stories #war #writing #wwii

We fail to prevail with unconverted men because of our more fundamental failure to prevail with God in prayer. ↗

— John R. Mott

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In a way, the very success which the Boss laid on Tiny was his revenge on Tiny, for every time the Boss put his meditative, sleepy, distant gaze on Tiny, Tiny would know, with a cold clutch at his fat heart, that if the Boss should crook a finger there wouldn't be anything but the whiff of smoke. ↗

— Robert Penn Warren

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But for the present I would lie there and know I didn't have to get up, and feel the holy emptiness and blessed fatigue of a saint after the dark night of the soul. For God and Nothing have a lot in common. You look either one of Them straight in the eye for a second and the immediate effect on the human constitution is the same. ↗

— Robert Penn Warren

#nothing #men

One of them confessed to Paul that his tribe had heard stories about the fiercely cannibalistic ways of white men. Paul's first instinct was to laugh him off as a simpleminded fool. But the legend hadn't been conjured from thin air. When Paul tried to assure him that white men didn't eat black men, the man confronted him with a direct challenge: explain why they bought and sold Africans as if they were cattle, not human beings. "Why do you come from nobody knows where, and carry off our men, and women, and children?" the man asked Paul. "Do you not fatten them in your far country and eat them? ↗

— Monte Reel

#exploration #history #slavery #men

Haughtiness is the high heel shoe of the low men! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

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The only soap of a dirty society is the clean men; only the clean can wash the grimy! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

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1915. The year itself looks sepia and soiled-muddied like its pictures. In the snapshots everyone at first seems timid-lost-irresolute. Boys and men squinting at the camera. ↗

— Timothy Findley

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Не знаеше, знаеше само, че Марсел се нуждае от нея, а тя се нуждае от неговата нужда, че с нея живее денем и нощем, особено нощем, когато той не искаше да бъде сам, да остарява и да умира, и на лицето му се появяваше заинатеното изражение, което понякога разпознаваше и върху други мъжки лица - единственото общо наглед у тези луди, прикриващи се под маската на разума, докато не ги сграбчи изстъплението и не ги захвърли към някое женско тяло, за да заровят отчаяно и без желание в него уплахата си от самотата и нощта. ↗

— Albert Camus

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