#mr

I am Emma Woodhouse. I feel for her, of her and in her. I have a different sort of snobbism, but I understand her snobbism. Her priggishness. I admire it. I know she does wrong things, she tries to organize other people's lives, she can't see Mr Knightley is a man in a million. She's temporarily silly, yet all the time one knows she's basically intelligent. Creative, determined to set the highest standards. A real human being. ↗

— John Fowles

#intelligence #jane-austen #mr-knightley #snobbery #intelligence

If an honest man is the noblest work of God, then Mr. Lincoln's title to high nobility is clear and unquestioned. ↗

— Matthew Simpson

#god #high #honest #honest man #lincoln

Healthy debate has been replaced by automatic sensors that eliminate the need for actual talking during a filibuster - a la 'Mr. Smith Goes to Washington.' Robust debate is necessary in a democratic society. Instead, our discourse has been relegated to media spin by expert entertainers. ↗

— Douglas Wilder

#automatic #been #debate #democratic #democratic society

That's what makes it so right. Your eyes-- your soul is there, but the rest of you is still so undefined. That's the beauty of childhood. The eyes show everything you've seen so far, but the rest of you is still so open to possibility, to whatever you might become. ↗

— Bree Despain

#childhood #dark-divine #mr-barlow #possibility #soul

Captivated by youth and beauty, and that appearance of good humour which youth and beauty generally give ↗

— Seth Grahame-Smith

#beauty

The right one for you will move mountains to be with you - he won't hide behind them. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#holding-out-for-the-best #love #mr-right #not-settling #relationships

Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end. ↗

— Erich Maria Remarque

#death

Vonnegut's war was necessary. And yet it was massacre and screaming and confusion and blood and death. It was the mammoth projection outward of the confused inner life of men. In war, the sad tidy constructs we make to help us believe life is orderly and controllable are roughly thrown aside like the delusions they are. In war, love is outed as an insane, insupportable emotion, a kind of luxury emotion, because everywhere you look, someone beloved to someone is being slaughtered, by someone whose own beloved has been slaughtered, or will be, or could be. ↗

— George Saunders

#death

poor boy! I never knew you, Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you ↗

— Walt Whitman

#civil-war #compassion #comrade #comradeship #death

That is dreamreading. As the birds leave south or north in their season, the Dreamreader has dreams to read. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#reading #dreams