#on

Anger is like ice, and also quick to melt ↗

— Maxim Gorky

#anger

Resentment is like a drug. Once you pick it up, it will only get worse and worse until you surrender and do the work to let it go. ↗

— Samantha Leahy

#addiction-recovery #anger #emotions #inspirational #recovery

You may think that your only choices are to swallow your anger or throw it in someone's face. But there is a third option; you can just let it go. And only when you do that is it really gone, and you can move forward. ↗

— Ted Mosby

#attitude #choice #how-i-met-your-mother #hurt #let-go

Dreamers can't be tamed. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#dreams #inspirational #dreams

Because it is the triumph of a lack of planning –both for good and bad. It's chaos –and whether you say that with a gasp of despair or glee or both is up to you. Whereas Paris (certainly in the centre) is the success of a single overarching monomaniacal topographic vision, London is a chaotic patchwork of history, architecture, style, as disorganised as any dream, and like any dream possessing an underlying logic, but one that we can't quite make sense of, though we know it's there. A shoved-together city cobbled from centuries of distinct aesthetics disrespectfully clotted in a magnificent triumph of architectural philistinism. A city of jingoist sculptures, concrete caryatids, ugly ugly ugly financial bombast, reconfiguration. A city full of parks and gardens, which have always been magic places, one of the greenest cities in the world, though it's a very dirty shade of green –and what sort of grimy dryads does London throw up? You tell me. ↗

— China Miéville

#architecture

He didn't like religion, hadn't liked it for years, but he adored churches, loved them like old scientific instruments whose time is long past but are nevertheless fascinating and strange. ↗

— Bruce Robinson

#architecture #atheism #buildings #churches #religion

Good ideas come from everywhere. It's more important to recognize a good idea than to author it. ↗

— Jeanne Gang

#design #inspiration #architecture

As it recurred again and again, it set me thinking of what my architect's books say about the custom in early times to consecrate the choir as soon as it was built, and that the nave, being finished sometimes half a century later, often did not get any blessing at all: I wondered idly if that had been the case at St. Barnabe, and whether something not usually supposed to be at home in a Christian church, might have entered undetected, and taken possession of the west gallery. I had read of such things happening too, but not in works on architecture. ("In The Court Of The Dragon") ↗

— Robert W. Chambers

#possession #unconsecrated #architecture

Without another word, he lifted her into the carriage and drove her home. He seemed impervious to the cold shoulder she gave him, which irritated her almost as much as the knowing way he had looked at her when he had kissed her senseless. In fact, although his face was stern, he seemed downright cheerful, the cad! ↗

— Julia Keaton

#melantha #ransom #stranger-in-my-bed #home

Equilibrium is the state of death, only chaos produces life The Ancient Greeks have been driven to extinction by too much search for architectural harmony. ↗

— Stéphane Lupasco

#equilibrium #harmony #architecture