#quen

The accomplice to the crime of corruption is frequently our own indifference. ↗

— Bess Myerson

#corruption #crime #frequently #indifference #our

I visited a scientist who had a helmet with magnetic fields controlled by computer sequences that could profoundly affect your mood and your perceptions. ↗

— Douglas Trumbull

#computer #controlled #could #fields #had

In much of the rest of the world, rich people live in gated communities and drink bottled water. That's increasingly the case in Los Angeles where I come from. So that wealthy people in much of the world are insulated from the consequences of their actions. ↗

— Jared Diamond

#civilization #consequences #environment #foresight #insight

Note that this journey is uniquely yours, no one else's. So the path has to be your own. You cannot imitate somebody else's journey and still be true to yourself. Are you prepared to honor your uniqueness in this way? ↗

— Jon Kabat-Zinn

#life #uniqueness #life

When you close to me, my heart has created a vibration of the precise "Carrier frequency" to send all deep information about me to you ↗

— Aditia Rinaldi

#frequency #information #life #love #life

Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port. ↗

— Iris Murdoch

#consequences #karma #pay-it-forward #reciprocity #responsibility

Some things you sentence yourself to life for. ↗

— Donna Lynn Hope

#consequences #life

I don't do romance, in the same way I don't do heroin Russian roulette, or nude alligator wrestling. I consider all of the above self-destructive, and demeaning and these are things up with which I will not put. ↗

— D.D. Barant

#romance #urban-fantasy #urban-fantasy

Some decisions in life naturally lead to an unhappy ending, leaving you sinking by degrees in a lake of quicksand.  And, unless someone reaches to pull you out, chances are you will drown in the consequences. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#choices #conclusion #consequences #decisions #effect

It was a part of myself that was my enemy; I still had a childish illusion that the flesh on my own bones was somehow unique and precious to the universe, in some obscure corner of my mind I wanted the others to love me and make exceptions for me simply because I felt heat and cold, pain and loneliness as they did. Now this was gone once and for all, and I understood there were no exceptions and on one was invulnerable, we all had to share the same conditions and in the end this was simply mortality, the mortality of things as well as ourselves. After that I didn't expect anybody to love me... ↗

— MacDonald Harris

#uniqueness #love