#own

Time does nothing but hand you down shabbier and older things. ↗

— Aleksandar Hemon

#time #love

What is love after all but trusting in the unknown. ↗

— Marty Rubin

#the-unknown #trust #love

Most of us believe we can spot a drowning person when we see one. But we always make the mistake of thinking that drowning only involves what. believe it or not, you have missed quite a number of drowned and drowning people. Some of us are thought to save some one drowning in water, most of us can spot that too, but none of us has been thought to see the other kinds of drowners, nor how to save them. ↗

— chioma Nkachukwu

#drowners #drowning #drowning-one-s-sorrows #drowning-silence-poetry #find-self

If he is not going anywhere in life, then look him straight in the eyes and inform him that you are not going anywhere with him either. ↗

— Moffat Machingura

#break-up #go #going #life #love

How small and neat and comically serious the other men looked, with their grey-flecked crew cuts and their button-down collars and their brisk little hurrying feet! There were endless desperate swarms of them, hurrying through the station and the streets, and an hour from now they would all be still. The waiting mid-town office buildings would swallow them up and contain them, so that to stand in one tower looking out across the canyon to another would be to inspect a great silent insectarium displaying hundreds of tiny pink men in white shirts, forever shifting papers and frowning into telephones, acting out their passionate little dumb show under the supreme indifference of the rolling spring clouds. ↗

— Richard Yates

#clouds #crew-cut #desperate #hurrying #indifferent

Is there wisdom in innocence? I think there is, but there is a cult now of drab men and women, for whom the world, and even life itself, is a kind of commodity. These critics, having eaten, now study their excrement to see what they consumed. On this they base certain conclusions. Their ignorance is uncompromising. Let us rather stand before the unknown, in very humble, quiet observance and wait while it reveals itself. ↗

— Phillip Mann

#criticism #culture #mystery #prejudice #the-unknown

He was the kind of guy who made Sadie a lit­tle un­com­fort­able. The kind who wore leather and drank beer and crushed emp­ties on their fore­heads. The kind who made her stand a lit­tle straighter. The kind she avoided like a hot fudge brownie be­cause both were bad news for her thighs. ↗

— Rachel Gibson

#men #men

Alric! Stop it!" Pickering snapped at him. "You mustn't let the men see you crying!" Fury flared in Alric, and he spun on the count. "No? No? Look at them! They are dying for me. They are dying on my order! I say they do have a right to see their king! They all have a right to see their king!" Alric wiped the tears from his cheeks and gathered his reins. "I'm tired of this. I'm tired of having my face put in the dirt! I won't stand it. I'm tired of being helpless. That's my city, built by my ancestors! If my people chose to fight, then, by Maribor, I want them to know it's me they fight!" The prince put on his helm, drew his father's large sword and spurred his horse forward, not at the trench but at the castle gate itself. ↗

— Michael J. Sullivan

#men

Towns are after all excrescences, grey fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves. ↗

— E.M. Forster

#towns #urban-life #men

Liking is probably the best form of ownership, and ownership the worst form of liking. ↗

— José Saramago

#liking #ownership #appreciation