#rest

These interests of the workers, as the exploited and oppressed, class of society, are the same in all countries. ↗

— Clara Zetkin

#countries #exploited #interests #oppressed #same

We are not making this demand for the sake of a principle, but in the interests of the proletarian class. ↗

— Clara Zetkin

#demand #interests #making #principle #proletarian

Let's form proactive synergy restructuring teams. ↗

— Scott Adams

#proactive #restructuring #synergy #teams

Forest who is in love with fire will wear black wedding gown in her wedding. ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#love

Stone and sea are deep in life Two unalterable symbols of the world Permanence at rest And permanence in motion Participants in the power that remains ↗

— Stephen R. Donaldson

#permanence #rest #unchanging #change

He wanted to take Homer Wells in his arms, and hug him, and kiss him, but he could only hope that Homer understood how much Dr. Larch's self-esteem was dependent on his self-control. ↗

— John Irving

#self-control #self-restraint #love

Hornblower worked as hard to conceal his human weaknesses as some men worked to conceal ignoble birth. ↗

— C.S. Forester

#horatio-hornblower #hornblower #lieutenant-hornblower #men

Don't say you're inspired if you keep nagging. Don't appreciate if you're not satisfied. Don't indulge if you're neither a materialised person. Don't complain if you're not amused. Don't be a smug if you're too obnoxious to others. Don't interest out of my expense. Don't end without starting. Don't runnaway if you know you can hide forever. Don't be bless if you know its only an act. Don't do 'i dont' if you still care. Don't isolate what you can't form. Don't be too blur. ↗

— Sephiwe Mduduzi Msiza

#appreciate #blur #complain #expense #form

Nothing is old, nothing is new, save the light of grace underneath which beats a human heart. The way of feeling, of understanding, of loving; the way of seeing the country, the faces that your father saw, that your mother knew. The rest is chimerical. ↗

— Georges Rouault

#chimerical #country #faces #father #feeling

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough. ↗

— Maurice Maeterlinck

#bitterest #called #enough #forth #hours