#mo

Ukraine had quite serious impact on the many Russians. They could see that ordinary people in Ukraine which is a bordering state, very close to Russia, the people of this state are, they didn't want to tolerate anymore the power abuse by Ukrainian officials. ↗

— Garry Kasparov

#anymore #bordering #close #could #had

I don't think Estonians ever really hated Russians. It was more, 'Leave us alone.' We can't change what is past. We can't blame them for what their parents have done. We never hated them. They didn't destroy us that bad. ↗

— Carmen Kass

#bad #blame #change #destroy #done

It's not really like you have a thing like a supermodel anymore. It's more of a word than a real existence. I think, also, looking at it from a designer's point of view, at one point maybe they felt the stars took too much attention away from the clothes. ↗

— Carmen Kass

#anymore #attention #away #clothes #designer

Places like New York are just too intense, too much about money, too much about ambition; it's all too superficial for me. ↗

— Carmen Kass

#ambition #intense #just #like #me

Almost everybody is enthusiastic about the promise of biotechnology to cure disease and to relieve suffering. ↗

— Leon Kass

#almost #biotechnology #cure #disease #enthusiastic

An enormous amount of direct advertising from pharmaceutical companies are offering a kind of instantaneous solution to problems. ↗

— Leon Kass

#amount #companies #direct #enormous #instantaneous

I think it's like music for the sake of music, and a lot of the words stem from liking music a lot, wanting to be a good band and having a good sense of humour, and living in a situation where we're free to pretty much do what we want. ↗

— Jon Fishman

#free #good #good band #good sense #having

Sexuality itself means mortality - equally for both man and woman. ↗

— Leon Kass

#equally #itself #man #means #mortality

Where we're living we have a certain amount of our profit every year it's like a percentage 5 or 7% or something like that that we set aside specifically for charity things. ↗

— Jon Fishman

#aside #certain #charity #every #like

They’re close. Voices loud and fierce, Slapping faces with words. A scream … A cry … They’re getting closer. Did I lock the door? It’s too late to check. They’re coming. I barely move, barely breathe. Perhaps they’ll go away. But they’re getting closer. The door slams against the wall. My eyes squeeze shut. This curtain is not a shield. They’re here. They’ve come for me. I freeze. Metal rings clank together. My barrier is cast aside. Wearily, I look. Reddened eyes glower at one another … But not at me. I wonder. A moment of silence … Water streams down my face. Steam rolls around my flesh. I glare at the intruders And slide the curtain between us. I wait. He shrieks, “She took my glow stick!” She howls, “No, I didn’t!” I scowl. “Go tell your father about it.” They leave. I inhale the lavender mist. Slather bubbles over my skin. Five more minutes … And, next time, I shall lock the door. ↗

— Barbara Brooke

#family #humor #meditation #poem #poetry