#pair

American society as a whole can never achieve the outer-reaches of potential, so long as it tolerates the inner cities of despair. ↗

— Jack Kemp

#american #american society #cities #despair #inner

The ignorance of one voter in a democracy impairs the security of all. ↗

— John F. Kennedy

#ignorance #impairs #security #voter

To state the facts frankly is not to despair the future nor indict the past. The prudent heir takes careful inventory of his legacies and gives a faithful accounting to those whom he owes an obligation of trust. ↗

— John F. Kennedy

#careful #despair #facts #faithful #frankly

Boredom is the root of all evil - the despairing refusal to be oneself. ↗

— Soren Kierkegaard

#despairing #evil #oneself #refusal #root

What charitable 1 percenters can't do is assume responsibility - America's national responsibilities: the care of its sick and its poor, the education of its young, the repair of its failing infrastructure, the repayment of its staggering war debts. ↗

— Stephen King

#assume #care #charitable #debts #education

I really don't make a concerted effort to try to find a type of role. Maybe I've just done enough of them now where people are like, 'Oh, it's the guy that's in a swirling vortex of despair, send it to Kinnear!' I don't really know, but it does seem to be a recurring theme. ↗

— Greg Kinnear

#concerted effort #despair #does #done #effort

My son - and what's a song? A thing begot within a pair of minutes, thereabout, a lump bred up in darkness. ↗

— Thomas Kyd

#darkness #lump #minutes #pair #son

The problem is no longer that with every pair of hands that comes into the world there comes a hungry stomach. Rather it is that, attached to those hands are sharp elbows. ↗

— Paul Samuelson

#comes #elbows #every #hands #hungry

Certainly something had happened to me during the night. Or after months of tension I had arrived at the edge of some precipice and now I was falling, as in a dream slowly, even as I continued to hold the thermometer in my hand, een as I stood with the soles of my slippers on the floor, even as I felt myself solidly contained by the expectant looks of my children. It was the fault of the torture that my husband had inflicted. But enough, I had to tear the pain from memory, I had to sandpaper away the scratches that were damaging my brain. ↗

— Elena Ferrante

#divorce #elena-ferrante #love #pain #the-days-of-abandonment

Revenge is barren of itself: it is the dreadful food it feeds on; its delight is murder, and its end is despair. ↗

— Friedrich Schiller

#delight #despair #dreadful #end #feeds