#pa

Pain is pain. It needs no description. ↗

— Christopher Paolini

#christopher-paolini #inheritance-cylcle #description

Masculinity is simply a conglomeration of the personality traits necessary for the patriarchal soldier-rapist: physically strong, emotionally cauterized, rational, domineering, cruel. All of this is supposed to add up to "handsome" as well. Likewise femininity is ultimately a description of the personality that results from trauma and powerlessness: weak, passive, yielding, emotional, hyper-vigilant to the needs of the dominators and desperate for the dominator's attention. ↗

— Lierre Keith

#femininity #masculinity #patriarchy #rape #description

I'd still thought that everything I thought about that night-the shame, the fear-would fade in time. But that hadn't happened. Instead, the things that I remembered, these little details, seemed to grow stronger, to the point where I could feel their weight in my chest. Nothing, however stuck with me more than the memory of stepping into that dark room and what I found there, and how the light then took that nightmare and made it real. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#fear #memory #nightmare #pain #rape

The people heard it, and approved the doctrine, and immediately practiced the contrary. ↗

— Benjamin Franklin

#contradiction #doctrines #paradox #practice #rules

Perhaps,” murmured his lordship, “I yielded to a compassionate impulse.” “A what?” gasped his best friend. “Oh, did you think I never did so?” said his lordship, the satirical glint in his eyes extremely pronounced. “You wrong me! I do, sometimes—not frequently, of course, but every now and then! ↗

— Georgette Heyer

#satire

So much is asked of parents, and so little is given. ↗

— Virginia Satir

#given #little #much #parents

Anarchy is like custard cooking over a flame; it has to be constantly stirred or it sticks and gets heavy, like government. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#cuba #government #passivity #revolution #anarchy

My brother and I were able to fantasize far more extravagantly about our parents' tastes and desires, their aspirations and their vices, by scanning their bookcases than by snooping in their closest. Their selves were on their shelves. ↗

— Anne Fadiman

#bookshelves #parents #shelves #aspiration

It was one of those days when I was thinking too much, too fast. Only it was more like the thoughts had a mind of their own and going all by themselves at a hundred miles a second, and I was just sitting back, feeling the growing paranoia inside of me. ↗

— Sasha Mizaree

#contemplation #control-issues #paranoia #thoughts #anxiety

The 'what should be' never did exist, but people keep trying to live up to it. There is no 'what should be,' there is only what is. ↗

— Lenny Bruce

#past #present #nostalgia