#ow

Amory, sorry for them, was still not sorry for himself - art, politics, religion, whatever his medium should be, he knew he was safe now, free from all hysteria - he could accept what was acceptable, roam, grow, rebel, sleep deep through many nights... There was no God in his heart, he knew; his ideas were still in riot; there was ever the pain of memory; the regret for his lost youth - yet the waters of disillusion had left a deposit on his soul, responsibility and a love of life, the faint stirring of old ambitions and unrealized dreams... And he could not tell why the struggle was worth while, why he had determined to use to the utmost himself and his heritage from the personalities he had passed... He stretched out his arms to the crystalline, radiant sky. "I know myself," he cried, "but that is all. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#humility #knowledge #life #love #self-knowing

All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#extreme #opinions #souls #tend #toward

The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#always #deed #light #lights #looks

Unfortunately, fact checking has become a lost art ↗

— Gary Hopkins

#energy-healing #enlightenment #facts #god #higher-self

Intuition is the art of the moment. Intuition is always in the moment, in the here and now. While the intellect always moves like the pendulum of a clock between the memories of the past and the fantasies of the future, intuition is always in the moment, always in the here and now. The more we develop our inner being, the inner source of love and truth, the inner quality of being here and now, the more we also have access to our intuition. ↗

— Swami Dhyan Giten

#in-the-moment #intuition #love #truth #art

The Puffer Fish: Wherein the author flaunts his vocabulary. His father was IRA and his mother was Quebecois, and they had reliquished their mortal coils in the internecine conflagration that ended their conjoined separatist movement, IRA-Q. The appellation he was given by his progenitors was Ray O'Vaque ("Like the battery," he'd elucidate, with an adamantine stare that proscribed any mirth). In his years of incarceration, however, he had earned the sobriquet "Uncle Milty" for his piscine amatory habits. He had been emancipated from the penitentiary for three weeks, and now his restless peregrinations had conveyed him to this liminal place, seeking compurgation in the permafrost of the hyperborean tundra, which was an apt analogue of the permafrost in his heart. He insinuated himself into the caravansary with nugatory expectations, which were confirmed by the exiguous provisions for comfort. But then the bartender looked up from laving the begrimed bar, his eyes growing luminous as he ejactulated, "Milt! ↗

— Howard Mittelmark

#show-off #funny

Nobody seems to play Yamaha electrics, but it's the best guitar I own. ↗

— Daisy Berkowitz

#guitar #i #nobody #own #play

The same sort of thing was supposed to happen when performance animation was invented: Everybody thought it would save so much time. But it became its own niche altogether. ↗

— Lev Yilmaz

#animation #became #everybody #happen #invented

Charles de Lint creates a magical world that’s not off in a distant Neverland but here and now and accessible, formed by the “magic” of friendship, art, community, and social activism. Although most of his books have not been published specifically for adolescents and young adults, nonetheless young readers find them and embrace them with particular passion. I’ve long lost count of the number of times I’ve heard people from troubled backgrounds say that books by Charles saved them in their youth, and kept them going. ↗

— Terri Windling

#charles-de-lint #childhood #power-of-stories #reading #save-lives

As far as the media is concerned, I wouldn't shoot anything down. ↗

— Tina Yothers

#as far as #concerned #down #far #i