#p

The pitch to which he was aroused was tremendous. All the fighting blood of his breed was up in him and surging through him. This was living., though he did not know it. He was realizing his own meaning in the world; he was doing that for which he was made.... He was justifying his existence, than which life can do no greater; for life achieves its summit when it does to the uttermost that which it was equipped to do. ↗

— Jack London

#life

Fuckin' A... hope didn't so much spring eternal as it drowned out common sense and self-preservation. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#spring

The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. ↗

— Natalie Babbitt

#summer #spring

It was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. Suicide weather. ↗

— Susanna Kaysen

#spring

At the last minute, she bobbed left so that he stabbed the wall she'd hit, trapping the blade in the Sheetrock. As he went to try to get the thing free, she whirled around and nailed him in the gut with her backup blade, springing a hole in his lower intestines. Meeting his shocked stare, she said, "What, like you didn't think I'd have a second knife? Fucking idiot. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#spring

I must apologize for calling so late," said he, "and I must further beg you to be so unconventional as to allow me to leave your house presently by scrambling over your back garden wall. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#doctor-watson #escape #late-visit #scrambling #sherlock-holmes

Non nobis solum nati sumus. (Not for ourselves alone are we born.) ↗

— Marcus Tullius Cicero

#helping-others #latin #self #duty

If I were to remain silent, I'd be guilty of complicity. ↗

— Albert Einstein

#activism #consent #dissent #duty #protest

If you treat what you value most in life more like a garden and less like a vending machine, you’ll probably be happier. (from You Oughta Know By Now) ↗

— Brian P. Cleary

#inspriration #inspirational

You can’t bring an unwritten place to life without losing something substantial. Manila is the cradle, the graveyard, the memory. The Mecca, the Cathedral, the bordello. The shopping mall, the urinal, the discotheque. I’m hardly speaking in metaphor. It’s the most impermeable of cities. How does one convey all that? ↗

— Miguel Syjuco

#philippines #life