#post

He was beautiful in a way that hurt me, but it was the sweetest pain I ever knew, better even than the scars I took on my naming day. ↗

— Ann Aguirre

#fade #outpost #beauty

Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America. ↗

— James Joyce

#because #christopher #columbus #discover #everyone

Anytime you see a turtle up on top of a fence post, you know he had some help. ↗

— Alex Haley

#fence #had #help #know #post

I don't want to be the center of attention. My posture has changed. I walk with my head down and shoulders slumped. Suddenly I carry myself as if I'm ashamed of something. ↗

— Randy Harrison

#attention #carry #center #changed #down

We should be wary of politicians who profess to follow history while only noticing those signposts of history that point in the direction which they themselves already favour. ↗

— Douglas Hurd

#direction #favour #follow #history #noticing

Failures are finger posts on the road to achievement. ↗

— C. S. Lewis

#failures #finger #posts #road

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing. ↗

— Anais Nin

#error #giving #i #living #losing

We all make basic assumptions about things in life, but sometimes those assumptions are WRONG. We must never trust in what we assume, only in what we KNOW. ↗

— Darren Shan

#darren-shan #zom-b #life

All discourses and disciplines proceed from commitments and beliefs that are ultimately religious in nature. No scientific discourse (whether natural science or social science) simply discloses to us the facts of reality to which theology must submit; rather, every discourse is, in some sense, religious. The playing field has been leveled. Theology is most persistently postmodern when it rejects a lingering correlational false humility and instead speaks unapologetically from the the primacy of Christian revelation and the church's confessional language. ↗

— James K.A. Smith

#discipline #postmodernism #proof #religious-claims #revelation

I brought Sammy inside and put him to bed. Said his prayer with him. “‘Now I lay me down to sleep…’” To me, just random noise. Gibberish. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I felt that, when it came to God, there was a broken promise in there somewhere. ↗

— Rick Yancey

#apocalypse #cassie #fiction #god #horror