#poison

Power is poison. Its effect on Presidents had always been tragic. ↗

— Henry Adams

#been #effect #had #poison #power

That was after Napoleon died because there is still a controversy as to whether Napoleon was poisoned with arsenic. And the French say the British did it and the British say the French did it, but he died before the test for arsenic was available. ↗

— Michael Baden

#arsenic #available #because #before #british

The ignorant mind, with its infinite afflictions, passions, and evils, is rooted in the three poisons. Greed, anger, and delusion. ↗

— Bodhidharma

#anger #delusion #evils #greed #ignorant

It's actually pretty complex, because there's two levels of reality in the narrative. One is what really took place, and the other is Spider's poisoned version of what took place. ↗

— Gabriel Byrne

#because #complex #levels #narrative #other

By adopting the 'free trade,' or British, system, we place ourselves side by side with the men who have ruined Ireland and India, and are now poisoning and enslaving the Chinese people. ↗

— Henry Charles Carey

#british #chinese #chinese people #enslaving #free

The big fish run the show. I'm a middle fish, but there are small fish that are poisonous. ↗

— Roberto Cavalli

#big fish #fish #i #middle #poisonous

Let go of the people who dull your shine, poison your spirit, and bring your drama. Cancel your subscription to their issues. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#humor #inspirational #issues #let-go #life

Abortion and racism are both symptoms of a fundamental human error. The error is thinking that when someone stands in the way of our wants, we can justify getting that person out of our lives. Abortion and racism stem from the same poisonous root, selfishness. ↗

— Alveda King

#both #error #fundamental #getting #human

The coward's weapon, poison. ↗

— John Fletcher

#poison #weapon

A mother's body remembers her babies--the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred scalp against her nose. Each child has its own entreaties to body and soul. It's the last one, though, that overtakes you. I can't dare say I loved the others less, but my first three were all babies at once, and motherhood dismayed me entirely. . . . That's how it is with the firstborn, no matter what kind of mother you are--rich, poor, frazzled half to death or sweetly content. A first child is your own best food forward, and how you do cheer those little feet as they strike out. You examine every turn of flesh for precocity, and crow it to the world. But the last one: the baby who trails her scent like a flag of surrender through your life when there will be no more coming after--oh, that's love by a different name. She is the babe you hold in your arms for an hour after she's gone to sleep. If you put her down in the crib, she might wake up changed and fly away. So instead you rock by the window, drinking the light from her skin, breathing her exhaled dreams. Your heart bays to the double crescent moons of closed lashes on her cheeks. She's the one you can't put down. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#change