#owning

I think the Internet's been a tremendous tool in terms of breaking down the power structure of information and entertainment, particularly at a time when so much information and entertainment were in the hands of so few people, with multinationals owning everything. ↗

— Dave Foley

#breaking #down #entertainment #everything #few

Ju jitsu is very Buddhist. All that we fear we hold close to ourselves to survive. So if you're drowning and you see a corpse floating by, hang on to it because it will rescue you. ↗

— Tom Hardy

#buddhist #close #corpse #drowning #fear

I wanted to play around with the format, really tear it to pieces and shake it up. For example, if Mitch saves someone from drowning, and that person then goes out and releases a virus that kills a million people. Imagine the moral implications of that. ↗

— David Hasselhoff

#drowning #example #for example #format #goes

I'm not out burning bras, but I'm very opinionated about women owning their power. ↗

— Katherine Heigl

#bras #burning #i #opinionated #out

Delhi is my emotional home. I still dream of owning a home there. ↗

— Kabir Bedi

#dream #emotional #home #i #owning

People get so in the habit of worry that if you save them from drowning and put them on a bank to dry in the sun with hot chocolate and muffins they wonder whether they are catching cold. ↗

— John Jay Chapman

#catching #chocolate #cold #drowning #dry

The Christian churches were offered two things: the spirit of Jesus and the idiotic morality of Paul, and they rejected the higher inspiration... Following Paul, we have turned the goodness of love into a fiend and degraded the crowning impulse of our being into a capital sin. ↗

— Frank Harris

#capital #christian #churches #crowning #degraded

Emigration is no longer a solution; it's a defeat. People are risking death, drowning every day, but they're knocking on doors that are not open. ↗

— Tahar Ben Jelloun

#death #defeat #doors #drowning #emigration

It is because of this sea between us. The earth has never, up to now, separated us. But, ever since yesterday, there has been something in this nonetheless real, perfectly Atlantic, salty, slightly rough sea that has cast a spell on me. And every time I think about Promethea, I see her crossing this great expanse by boat and soon, alas, a storm comes up, my memory clouds over, in a flash there are shipwrecks, I cannot even cry out, my mouth is full of saltwater sobs. I am flooded with vague, deceptive recollections, I am drowning in my imagination in tears borrowed from the most familiar tragedies, I wish I had never read certain books whose poison is working in me. Has this Friday, perhaps, thrown a spell on me? But spells only work if you catch them. I have caught the Tragic illness. If only Promethea would make me some tea I know I would find some relief. But that is exactly what is impossible. And so, today, I am sinning. I am sinking beneath reality. I am weighted down with literature. That is my fate. Yet I had the presence of mind to start this parenthesis, the only healthy moment in these damp, feverish hours. All this to try to come back to the surface of our book... Phone me quickly, Promethea, get me out of this parenthesis fast!) ↗

— Hélène Cixous

#despair #drowning #imagination #parenthesis #sea

The crest and crowning of all good, life's final star, is Brotherhood. ↗

— Edwin Markham

#crest #crowning #final #good #life