#owe

Allow the President to invade a neighboring nation, whenever he shall deem it necessary to repel an invasion and you allow him to do so whenever he may choose to say he deems it necessary for such purpose -- and you allow him to make war at pleasure. . . . If, today, he should choose to say he thinks it necessary to invade Canada to prevent the British from invading us, how could you stop him? You may say to him, 'I see no probability of the British invading us'; but he will say to you, 'Be silent; I see it, if you don't. ↗

— Abraham Lincoln

#government #separation-of-powers #us-presidents #president

By the way'[Gabriel] said,' everyone else had better keep out of here. After you spend so much time in lockup, you get to like your space. You get kind of territorial. I wouldn't want anybody to get hurt.' ... Gabriel gave [Kaitlyn] a long, measuring look. Then he flashed a brilliant, unsettling smile. 'You can come in any time you like ↗

— L.J. Smith

#the-strange-power #vision

Good night, Gabriel.' [Kaitlyn] said You jerk [Gabriel] widened his eyes. 'Don't you want to stay? It's a big bed. ↗

— L.J. Smith

#the-strange-power #vision

Words are like eggs dropped from great heights; you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#salem-falls #truth #words #ignorance

All intellectual tendencies are corrupted when they consort with power. ↗

— Clive James

#ideology #politics #power #ideology

The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#fly #higher #lower #you

All around me darkness gathers, Fading is the sun that shone, We must speak of other matters, You can be me when I'm gone Flowers gathered in the morning, Afternoon they blossom on, Still are withered in the evening, You can be me when I'm gone. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#flowers

A weed is but an unloved flower. ↗

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

#unloved #weed

The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt. ↗

— Robert Frost

#rain #flowers

Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed. ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

#flowers