#out

The work on ants has profoundly affected the way I think about humans. ↗

— E. O. Wilson

#affected #ants #humans #i #i think

Los Angeles was the kind of place where everybody was from somewhere else and nobody really droppped anchor. It was a transient place. People drawn by the dream, people running from the nightmare. Twelve million people and all of them ready to make a break for it if necessary. Figuratively, literally, metaphorically -- any way you want to look at it -- everbody in L.A. keeps a bag packed. Just in case. ↗

— Michael Connelly

#dreams #escape #escapism #hopes #los-angeles

Egypt loved the lotus becuase it never dies. It is the same for people who are loved. Thus can something as insignificant as a name-two syllables, one high, one sweet- summon up the innumerable smiles, tears, sighs and dreams of a human life. ↗

— Anita Diamant

#dreams

Without forgiveness life is governed by... an endless cycle of resentment and retaliation. ↗

— Roberto Assagioli

#endless #forgiveness #governed #life #resentment

Muoth was right. On growing old, one becomes more contented than in one's youth, which I will not therefore revile, for in all my dreams I hear my youth like a wonderful song which now sounds more harmonious than it did in reality, and even sweeter ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#youth #dreams

I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not. ↗

— Philip Larkin

#children #letters-to-monica #philip-larkin #poem #poet

The bag was a hybrid I had picked up at a store called Suitcase City while I was plotting my comeback. [...] It had a logo on it -- a mountain ridgeline with the words "Suitcase City" printed across it like the Hollywood sign. Above it, skylights swept the horizon, completing the dream image of desire and hope. I think that logo was the real reason I liked the bag. Because I knew Suitcase City wasn't a store. It was a place. It was Los Angeles. ↗

— Michael Connelly

#los-angeles #restlessness #southern-california #transience #dreams

Without the Empire we should be tossed like a cork in the cross current of world politics. It is at once our sword and our shield. ↗

— William Morris Hughes

#cross #current #empire #like #once

My grandmother was a Jewish juggler: she used to worry about six things at once. ↗

— Richard Lewis

#grandmother #jewish #juggler #once #she

Try to learn something about everything and everything about something. ↗

— Thomas Huxley

#everything #learn #something #try