#parable

I believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering. ↗

— Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

#call #honorable #i #i believe #incomparable

The truth is that Trout, like Vonnegut and Ray Bradbury and many others, writes parables. These are set in frames which have become called, for no good reason, science fiction. A better generic term would be 'future fairy tales'. And even this is objectionable, since many science fiction stories take place in the present or the past, far and near. ↗

— Philip José Farmer

#genre #kurt-vonnegut #parable #ray-bradbury #science-fiction

If the story-tellers could ha' got decency and good morals from true stories, who'd have troubled to invent parables? ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#morals #parables #stories #humor

The fatted calf, the best Scotch, the hoedown could all have been his too, any time he asked for them except that he never thought to ask for them because he was too busy trying cheerlessly and religiously to earn them. ↗

— Frederick Buechner

#parable #prodigal-son #religious #business

Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind. Their leaves are telling secrets. Their bark sings songs of olden days as it grows around the trunks. And their roots give names to all things. Their language has been lost. But not the gestures. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#bark #gestures #hear #hearing #listen

In my photography, color and composition are inseparable. I see in color. ↗

— William Albert Allard

#composition #i #i see #inseparable #photography

By telling stories, Jesus isn’t somehow putting sugar in a spoon to make the medicine go down a bit easier. These stories are the medicine. These stories are an extension and explanation of Jesus’ revolutionary ministry. These stories show us that things are not as they appear. Our tidy, well-packaged ideas about spirituality, faith, and reality shatter when confronted by Christ and the God he represents. ↗

— Ronnie McBrayer

#parables #storytelling #faith

Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#brooks #creation #destruction #earth #environment

An almost hysterical antagonism toward the gold standard is one issue which unites statists of all persuasions. They seem to sense... that gold and economic freedom are inseparable. ↗

— Alan Greenspan

#antagonism #economic #economic freedom #freedom #gold

We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking. In that race which daily hastens us towards death, the body maintains its irreparable lead. ↗

— Albert Camus

#before #body #daily #death #get