#ration

My most important problem was destroying the lines of demarcation that separate what seems real from what seems fantastic. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#separation

With your mind power, your determination, your instinct, and the experience as well, you can fly very high. ↗

— Ayrton Senna

#experience

I write nonfiction because individuals are unique and go through different experiences, our collective experiences enhances all our lives. ↗

— Thaddeus Lawrence

#experience

I don't remember when exactly I read my first comic book, but I do remember exactly how liberated and subversive I felt as a result. ↗

— Edward W. Said

#comics #liberation #subversion #liberalism

It is morally appalling for the so called liberators of South Sudan to keep liberating their own people from a war that has already been won. ↗

— Duop Chak Wuol

#morality #republic #war #liberalism

We stand separate from the world because of our gifts. Never forget that, because you may be sure the world never will. ↗

— P.C. Cast

#neferet #separation

Annabeth realized that if six of them went on these two quests, it would leave Percy alone on the ship with Coach Hedge, which was maybe not a situation a caring girlfriend should put him in. Nor was she eager to let Percy out of her sight again—not after they’d been apart for so many months. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#coach-hedge #percy-jackson #percy-jackson-and-the-olympians #relationships #separation

Power must never be trusted without a check. ↗

— John Adams

#scope-of-government #separation-of-powers #separation

And people get all fouled up because they want the world to have meaning as if it were words... As if you had a meaning, as if you were a mere word, as if you were something that could be looked up in a dictionary. You are meaning. ↗

— Alan Wilson Watts

#meaninglessness #the-way-of-liberation #liberalism

Kaladin screamed, reaching the end of the bridge. Finding a tiny surge of strength somewhere, he raised his spear and threw himself off the end of the wooden platform, launching into the air above the cavernous void. Bridgemen cried out in dismay. Syl zipped about him with worry. Parshendi looked up with amazement as a lone bridgeman sailed through the air toward them. His drained, worn-out body barely had any strength left. In that moment of crystallized time, he looked down on his enemies. Parshendi with their marbled red and black skin. Soldiers raising finely crafted weapons, as if to cut him from the sky. Strangers, oddities in carapace breastplates and skullcaps. Many of them wearing beards. Beards woven with glowing gemstones. Kaladin breathed in. Like the power of salvation itself—like rays of sunlight from the eyes of the Almighty—Stormlight exploded from those gemstones. It streamed through the air, pulled in visible streams, like glowing columns of luminescent smoke. Twisting and turning and spiraling like tiny funnel clouds until they slammed into him. And the storm came to life again. ↗

— Brandon Sanderson

#climax #epiphany #inspirational #inspirational