#rin

Real MEN don't need a woman covering for him because a Real MAN IS a woman's covering! ↗

— Sanjo Jendayi

#covering #deserie-johnson #man #men #real

Fire tests gold, suffering tests brave men. ↗

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

#grief #hardship #misfortune #sorrow #suffering

Yet through their endeavor, men would glimpse the unimaginable artistry of Yahweh's work, in seeing how ingeniously the world had been constructed. By this construction, Yahweh's work was indicated, and Yahweh's work was concealed. ↗

— Ted Chiang

#knowledge #spirituality #tower-of-babylon #men

...maybe he's only a little crazy like painters or composers or... or some of those men in Washington. ↗

— Julian Shellhammer

#kris-kringle #miracle-on- #men

And we shall see for the first time since man lifted the club to strike down his brother, the world that woman would make and what woman have to teach men, and only when men can be taught will they be allowed to run free among woman again ↗

— Anne Rice

#men

A blow that would kill a civilized man soon heals on a savage. The higher we go in the scale of life, the greater is the capacity for suffering. ↗

— Dale Breckenridge Carnegie

#savages #suffering-life #art

She suddenly remembered studying the brain in science class- how a steel rod pierced a man's skull, and he opened his mouth to speak Portuguese, a language he'd never studied. Maybe it would be like this, now, for Josie. Maybe her native tongue, from here on in, would be a string of lies. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#lies #mouth #native-tongue #remembered #speak

It is interesting to wonder whether taxonomists of the future may regret the way our generation messed around with genomes. ↗

— Richard Dawkins

#science #science

Say something in Mandarin,” said Tessa, with a smile. Jem said something that sounded like a lot of breathy vowels and consonants run together, his voice rising and falling melodically: “Ni hen piao liang.” “What did you say?” Tessa was curious. “I said your hair is coming undone — here,” he said, and reached out and tucked an escaping curl back behind her ear. Tessa felt the blood spill hot up into her face, and was glad for the dimness of the carriage. “You have to be careful with it,” he said, taking his hand back, slowly, his fingers lingering against her cheek. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #smile

She smiled at him. “How did you know just what I’d want to see?” “How could I not?” he said. “When I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind’s eye always with a book in your hand.” He looked away from her as he said it, but not before she caught the slight flush on his cheekbones. He was so pale, he could never hide even the least blush, she thought — and was surprised how affectionate the thought was. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #smile