#sen

intuition is always right in at least two important ways; It is always in response to something. it always has your best interest at heart ↗

— Gavin de Becker

#intuition #violence

Because the enormous narcissism of their parents deprived Will and Tom of suitable role models, both brothers learned to identify with absence. Consequently, even if something beneficial fortuitously entered their lives they immediately treated it as temporary. By the time they were teenagers they were already accustomed to a discontinuous lifestyle marked by constant threats of abandonment and the lack of any emotional stability. Unfortunately, "accustomed to" here is really synonymous with "damaged by. ↗

— Mark Z. Danielewski

#damaged #lifestyle

The west need someone to tell the man who walks around with the biggest stick in the world, that that stick can`t bring down God`s house. ↗

— Saddam Hussein

#iraq #palestine #iraq

And,” Annabeth continued, “it reminds me how long we’ve known each other. We were twelve, Percy. Can you believe that?” “No, he admitted. “So…you knew you liked me from that moment?” She smirked. “I hated you at first. You annoyed me. Then I tolerated you for a few years. Then—” “Okay, fine.” She leaned in and kissed: him a good, proper kiss without anyone watching—no Romans anywhere, no screaming satyr chaperones. She pulled away. “I missed you, Percy.” Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he’d kept himself alive almost solely by thinking of Annabeth. I missed you didn’t really cover that. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#annabeth-chase #heroes-of-olympus #missing-you #percy-jackson #percy-jackson-and-the-olympians

She was sensible and clever, but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could have no moderation. ↗

— Jane Austen

#women #sorrow

Things that would have made fame of a less clever man seemed tricks in his hands. It is a mistake to do things too easily. ↗

— H.G. Wells

#fame

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" He chortled in his joy. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. ↗

— Lewis Carroll

#lewis-carroll #nonsense #poetry #nonsense

Some people will tell you there is a great deal of poetry and fine sentiment in a chest of tea. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#sentiment #tea #tea

Importantly, in the 1930s, in the Great Depression, the Federal Reserve, despite its mandate, was quite passive and, as a result, financial crisis became very severe, lasted essentially from 1929 to 1933. ↗

— Ben Bernanke

#crisis #depression #despite #essentially #federal

I'm not a music lover in the sense that I look for something to have on. I've never had that attitude to music. ↗

— Harrison Birtwistle

#had #i #look #lover #music