#reason

Do not think that we say that these things are only to be received by faith, but also that they are to be asserted by reason. For indeed it is not safe to commit these things to bare faith without reason, since assuredly truth cannot be without reason. ↗

— Titus Flavius Clemens

#faith #reason #faith

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves. ↗

— Lord Byron

#cannot #dare #fools #reason #slaves

Maybe this is why we read, and why in moments of darkness we return to books: to find words for what we already know. ↗

— Alberto Manguel

#readers #readers-and-writers #reading #reading-books #reasons-for-reading

If I lie about truth which you will know somehow later, then you would call me a liar. But If you're willing to dig further about truth that force me do it, then you would understand my reason. But you wouldn't acknowledge it. ↗

— Toba Beta

#reason #secret #truth #understand #life

They who assert that a blind fatality produced the various effects we behold in this world talk very absurdly; for can anything be more unreasonable than to pretend that a blind fatality could be productive of intelligent beings? ↗

— Charles de Secondat

#anything #assert #behold #beings #blind

there are times when life's ends are so raveled that reason and sense cry out that we stop and gather them together again before we can proceed ↗

— Richard Wright

#life

There is much asked and only so much I think I can or should answer, and so, in this post I would like to give a few thoughts on what seemed to be the overwhelming question: “WHY?” And here is the best answer I can give: Because. Because sometimes, life is damned unfair. Because sometimes, we lose people we love and it hurts deeply. Because sometimes, as the writer, you have to put your characters in harm’s way and be willing to go there if it is the right thing for your book, even if it grieves you to do it. Because sometimes there aren’t really answers to our questions except for what we discover, the meaning we assign them over time. Because acceptance is yet another of life’s “here’s a side of hurt” lessons and it is never truly acceptance unless it has cost us something to arrive there. Why, you ask? Because, I answer. Inadequate yet true. ↗

— Libba Bray

#grief #reason #why #life

This is the last time i shall love you, because you have broken me, no more chances, no more reasons. No.More.Lies. ↗

— Izicain

#last-love #lies #no-reason #love

Alas! with all her reasoning, she found, that to retentive feelings eight years may be little more than nothing. ↗

— Jane Austen

#first-love #reasoning #time #love

The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#reason #love