#sense

Absense diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and blows up the bonfire. ↗

— Francois De La Rochefoucault

#love #love

To appreciate nonsense requires a serious interest in life. ↗

— Gelett Burgess

#interest #life #nonsense #requires #serious

Mama, the more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. ↗

— Jane Austen

#jane-austen #love #marianne-dashwood #sense-and-sensibility #world

Military men are just dumb, stupid animals to be used as pawns in foreign policy. ↗

— Henry Kissinger

#peace #soldier #war #men

I love to talk about nothing. It's the only thing I know anything about. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#nothing #talk #love

I'm not an expert on the Malaysian sense of humor. ↗

— Ben Stiller

#humor #i #sense #sense of humor

Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense. They listen so much that they forget to be natural. This is a nice story. ↗

— Gertrude Stein

#gertrude-stein #information #natural #nature

The maid told him that a girl and a child had come looking for him, but since she didn't know them, she hadn't cared to ask them in, and had told them to go on to Mers. "Why didn't you let them in?" asked Germain angrily. "People must be very suspicious in this part of the world, if they won't open the front door to a neighbor." "Well, naturally!" replied the maid. "In a house as rich as this, you have to keep a close watch on things. While the master's away I'm responsible for everything, and I can't just open the door to anyone at all." "That's a mean way to live," said Germain; "I'd rather be poor than live in fear like that. Good-bye to you, miss, and good-bye to this horrible country of yours! ↗

— George Sand

#decency #hospitality #kindness #sense #trust

Each thing organizes the space around it, rebuffing or sidling up against other things; each thing calls, gestures, beckons to other beings or battles them for our attention; things expose themselves to the sun or retreat among the shadows, shouting with their loud colors or whispering with their seeds; rocks snag lichen spores from the air and shelter spiders under their flanks; clouds converse with the fathomless blue and metamorphose into one another; they spill rain upon the land, which gathers in rivulets and carves out canyons… ↗

— David Abram

#senses #nature

According to this model, human beings are, at least in one aspect, sensation-receiving machines; and although our receptory apparatus is competent to select and organize outward stimuli within the narrow range necessary for physical survival within our environment, it does not necessarily tell us very much about the nature of that environment. People, in other words, have little access to the possible world existing beyond their sensations. ↗

— Cruce Stark

#reality #sensation #senses #nature