#ore

Facing a deteriorating economy and a weakening hold over the populace, the Iraqi state under Saddam Hussein opted to revitalize tribal leaders and conservative practices as a means of stabilizing state power; those conservative practices were not an inherent feature of a predominantly Muslim country. ↗

— Nadje Al-Ali

#foreign-policy #government #iraq #iraqi-state #islam

I hate being told by strange men in the street to smile, to make them feel better about their boring lives ↗

— Julie Deply "Celine"

#men

How you look at it is pretty much how you'll see it ↗

— Rasheed Ogunlaru

#conditioning #cultural-differences #foresight #hindsight #motivational-quotes

A man may plant a tree for a number of reasons. Perhaps he likes trees. Perhaps he wants shelter. Or perhaps he knows that someday he may need the firewood. ↗

— Joanne Harris

#motive #planning #purpose #strategy #motivational

UNIVERS EU voi pleca spre infinitul În care mi-a rămas privitul Și voi veni de nicăieri... Poate mai repede ca ieri. Dar știu că voi găsi mereu... Acel ușor și acel ,,greu" același rău, același bine, În contradicție cu mine... Alți regi și alți martiri mai noi... Unii-mbuibați și alții goi... Și alte măști, alți arlechini... Alți ratați și alți senini. Alte motive puse lumii De vreun proliferant al ciumii. Și alte măști, alți rechini, O, repetiție turbată. Termină-ți ciclu-acesta-odată Și azvârle-mă în UNIVERS De unde-am venit Făr să fi mers... ↗

— Vasile Hauși

#hausi #pandorei #poeme #poezie #sange

Bawdy in thoughts, precise in words, Ill-natured though a whore, Her belly is a bag of turds, And her cunt a common shore. ↗

— John Wilmot

#whore #whores #nature

NOOOO!" On the screen, a woman's eyes bugged almost out of her head, and I tried not to scream. Tried not to scream in exasperation, I mean. The serial killer was right in front of her, wide open! Clearly, instead of weeping like a moron, she could be lunging forward and administering a swift uppercut to the chin. Then this entire pointless ordeal would be over with, and I could go home. ↗

— James Patterson

#movies #nevermore #scream #movies

He rolled her over, rising above her, cupping her cheek. "I wasn't lying, Loree. I've always heard the music in my heart…but I lost the ability to do that when I went to prison. It was like the music just shriveled up and died. I thought I'd never hear it again. How could I play the violin if I couldn't hear the music? Then lately, I started going crazy because I'd hear snatches of music—when you'd look at me or smile at me. But I couldn't grab onto it, I couldn't hold it. Then last night, you told me that you loved me and I heard the music, so sweet, so soft. It scared me to hear it so clearly after I hadn't for so long. "Tonight, I hurt you—again. I was going to let you go, Loree. I was gonna take you back to Austin. But I heard my heart break…and I knew that's all I'd hear for the rest of my life. Don't leave me, Sugar." Joy filled her and she brushed the locks of hair back off his brow. "I won't." -Austin and Loree ↗

— Lorraine Heath

#loree #lorraine-heath #texas-splendor #life

If a plant cannot live according to its nature, it dies; and so a man. ↗

— Henry David Thoreau

#henry-david-thoreau #nature

Early Summer, loveliest season, The world is being colored in. While daylight lasts on the horizon, Sudden, throaty blackbirds sing. The dusty-colored cuckoo cuckoos. "Welcome, summer" is what he says. Winter's unimaginable. The wood's a wickerwork of boughs. Summer means the river's shallow, Thirsty horses nose the pools. Long heather spreads out on bog pillows. White bog cotton droops in bloom. Swallows swerve and flicker up. Music starts behind the mountain. There's moss and a lush growth underfoot. Spongy marshland glugs and stutters. Bog banks shine like ravens' wings. The cuckoo keeps on calling welcome. The speckled fish jumps; and the strong Swift warrior is up and running. A little, jumpy, chirpy fellow Hits the highest note there is; The lark sings out his clear tidings. Summer, shimmer, perfect days. ↗

— Marie Heaney

#fionn-mac-cumhaill #folklore #ireland #poetry #summer