#pass

I cannot have chaos erupting around me until I am prepared for it. I am a collector. I am an observer. I don't participate. My resources, and my standing, must be secure before I can allow the uncertainty of war to crash down upon us. ↗

— Derek Landy

#preparedness #war #uncertainty

The willingness to undertake such action cannot be based on certainties, but on those possibilities glimpsed in a reading of history different from the customary painful recounting of human cruelties. In such a reading we can find not only war but resistance to war, not only injustice but rebellion against injustice, not only selfishness but self-sacrifice, not only silence in the fact of tyranny but defiance, not only callousness but compassion. Human beings show a broad spectrum of qualities, but it is the worst of these that are usually emphasized, and the result, too often, is to dishearten us, diminish our spirit. And yet, historically, that spirit refuses to surrender. ↗

— Howard Zinn

#history #hope #injustice #optimisim #spirit

There is no fire like passion, there is no shark like hatred, there is no snare like folly, there is no torrent like greed. ↗

— Gautama Buddha

#fire #folly #greed #hatred #passion

If sexuality is one dimension of our ability to live passionately in the world then in cutting off our sexual feelings we diminish our overall power to feel know and value deeply. ↗

— Judith Plaskow

#passion #power #sexuality #sexuality

لا أعلم لماذا شجعتني دموعها علي الخوض بأحاديث أخري أكثر خصوصية ، إن الدموع تكسر الحواجز النفسية حقاً ، الكثير منها... ↗

— حسني محمد

#psychology #sadness #psychology

Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below. ↗

— John Donne

#poetry #seduction #sex #seduction

Derek's breath touched Sara's throat in unsteady urges. "Sometimes," he whispered, "I'm so close to you ... and I'm still not close enough. I want to share your breath ... every beat of your heart." He cradled her head in both his hands, his mouth hot on her neck. "Sometimes," he murmured, "I want to punish you a little." "Why?" "For making me want you until I ache with it. For the way I wake at night just to watch you sleeping." His face was intense and passionate above her, his green eyes sharp in their brightness. "I want you more each time I'm with you. It's a fever that never leaves me. I can't be alone without wondering where you are, when I can have you again." His lips possessed hers in a kiss that was both savage and tender, and she opened to him eagerly. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#love #passion #dreams

It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. She knew she had always feared it, for it left her helpless; she feared it still, lest if se adored him too much, then she would lose herself, become effaced, and she did not want to be effaced, a slave, like a savage woman. She must not become a slave. She feared her adoration, yet she would not at once fight against it. ↗

— D.H. Lawrence

#passion #love

A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke ↗

— Vincent Van Gogh

#passion #loneliness

So Lyra and her daemon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked toward the sun, and walked into the sky. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#philip-pullman #the-golden-compass #materialism