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He was not ill-fitted to be the head and representative of a community which owed its origin and progress, and its present state of development, not to the impulses of youth, but to the stern and tempered energies of manhood and the sombre sagacity of age; accomplishing so much, precisely because it imagined and hoped so little. ↗

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

#leadership #youth #age

Elizabeth's barreness and advanced age--a double symbol of hopelessness--became the means by which God would announce to the world that nothing is impossible for Him. ↗

— Charles R. Swindoll

#god #hope #hopelessness #impossible #inspirational

Don't ever forget where you came from--especially if you don't even know where you are going." Catho Darlington in the book Catho Darlington--Lessons Learned in the Space Age ↗

— Sara Marie Hogg

#cool #elementary-school #hideouts #hula-hoops #middle-america

In the Second World War he took no public part, having escaped to a neutral country just before its outbreak. In private conversation he was wont to say that homicidal lunatics were well employed in killing each other, but that sensible men would keep out of their way while they were doing it. Fortunately this outlook, which is reminiscent of Bentham, has become rare in this age, which recognizes that heroism has a value independent of its utility. The Last Survivor of a Dead Epoch ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#war #wwii #age

I had to de-program myself. From myself. Had to reinvent rituals of purification. So full of the vagrant pollutions of others. It was time to detox. Not only from alcohol, sex, and drugs, but from needy leeches who looked to swab me with their sores. Detox from my own needy lechery. Had to locate the center wound and cauterize. Undo the original sin, the origin of my sickness...Had to learn to replace Them, It, Want, Hurt, Anger, Sorrow, Loss, with Power, Healing, Wisdom, Fulfillment, Satisfaction. ↗

— Lydia Lunch

#rituals #anger

In the parlor was a huge camera on wheels like the ones used in public parks, and the backdrop of a marine twilight, painted with homemade paints, and the walls papered with pictures of children at memorable moments: the first Communion, the bunny costume, the happy birthday. Year after year, during contemplative pauses on afternoons of chess, Dr. Urbino had seen the gradual covering over of the walls, and he had often thought with a shudder of sorrow that in the gallery of casual portraits lay the germ of the future of the city, governed and corrupted by those unknown children, where note even the ashes of his glory would remain. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#children #future #photography #age

Bhikkus, all is burning. And what is the all that is burning? The eye is burning, visible forms are burning, eye-consciousness is burning, eye-contact is burning; also whatever is felt as pleasant or painful or neither-painful-nor-pleasant that arises with eye-contact as its condition, that too is burning. Burning with what? Burning with the fire of greed, with the fire of hate, with the fire of delusion, with birth, ageing and death, with sorrow, with lamentation, with pain, grief and despair it is burning. ↗

— The Buddha's Fire Sermon

#enlightenment #fire #fire-sermon #philosophy #religion

For two nights Félicité never left the dead girl. She said the same prayers over and over again, sprinkled holy water on the sheets, then sat down again to watch. At the end of her first vigil, she noticed that the child's face had gone yellow, the lips were turning blue, the nose looked sharper, and the eyes were sunken. She kissed them several times, and would not have been particularly surprised if Virginie had opened them again: to minds like hers the supernatural is a simple matter. She laid her out, wrapped her in a shroud, put her in her coffin, placed a wreath on her, and spread out her hair. It was fair and amazingly long for her age. Félicité cut off a big lock, half of which she slipped into her bosom, resolving never to part with it. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#love #superstition #age

لقدْ كانَ المستشفى العام ( وهو مؤسسة ظهرت سنة 1661 م ) وفيه تجسد الحجز بامتياز ، كان سجنا وإصلاحيةً ومأوى ومارستاناً ، أي أداة قمع مثلى تقوم بكلِ شيء عدا العلاج . أَنشيءَ في بداية الأمر في فرنسا يأمرٍ ملكي ، لمحاربة العطالة والتسكع والتسول في الشوارع وعلى أبواب الكنائس ، ليصبح بعد ذلك غولا هائجا سرعان ما ابتلع في طريقه كل شيء . ابتلع كل الذين يوجدون على جنبات خط رفيع لا يرى رسمته المصالح الخاصة والعامة : "مصلحة العائلة " و " مصلحة المجتمع " ومصلحة الدولة ↗

— Michel Foucault Madness and Civilization A History of Insanity in the Age of Reason

#age

But courage was growing in me too. Little by little it was getting harder and harder for me not to speak out. ↗

— Anne Moody

#courage #mississippi-authors #age