#sk

No sight that human eyes can look upon is more provocative of awe than is the night sky scattered thick with stars. ↗

— Llewelyn Powys

#eyes #human #look #more #night

The last glow of sundown dims away. Stars appear in the east. Night encloses us. The ocean seems to enlarge. When you’re adrift at night, imagination and perception merge. They have to. You can’t see as well, as far, as deep. You tie knots by muscle memory, and you operate your reel mostly by feel. Your boat drifts, your thoughts drift. You sense the sweep of tide and water, and the boat gets rocked in turbulence just past each undersea ridgeline and boulder field. You, too, are looking up, searching constellations, dreaming. You fell again how flexible and expansive your mind can be when it’s working right. And you slip your leash to explore the vast vault of sky and great interior spaces. ↗

— Carl Safina

#meditation #night-sky #ocean #dreams

Be larger than your task. ↗

— Orison Swett Marden

#task #than #your

It is not the task of a reader to please her subjects. ↗

— Joyce Maynard

#please #reader #subjects #task

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing. ↗

— Anais Nin

#error #giving #i #living #losing

When marrying, ask yourself this question: Do you believe that you will be able to converse well with this person into your old age? Everything else in marriage is transitory. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#able #age #ask #believe #converse

There are horrible people who, instead of solving a problem, tangle it up and make it harder to solve for anyone who wants to deal with it. Whoever does not know how to hit the nail on the head should be asked not to hit it at all. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#asked #deal #does #harder #head

I wake up and I see the face of the devil and I ask him, "What time is it?" And he says, How much time do you want? ↗

— Diamanda Galás

#time #risk

You can help each other, Max, said the unwelcome voice. You're perfect complements to each other. "Shut up!" I hissed under my breath, and Dylan looked startled. "I didn't say anything." Gritting my teeth, I nodded. "No, I know. It's just-" I decided to take a risk and stare him down. "I hear voices, okay? If you're gonna be here, get used to it. Or else keep your distance. ↗

— James Patterson

#maximum-ride #risk

But you, fine sir." John Miller clapped Dexter on the shoulder, a bit unsteadily. "You have problems of your own." "This is true," Dexter replied, nodding. "The women," John Miller sighed. Dexter wiped a hand over his face, and glanced down the road. "The women. Indeed, dear squire, they perplex me as well." "Ah, the fair Remy," John Miller said grandly, and I felt a flush run up my face. Lissa, in the front seat, put a hand to her mouth. "The fair Remy," Dexter repeated, "did not see me as a worthwhile risk." "Indeed." "I am, of course, a rogue. A rapscallion. A musician. I would bring her nothing but poverty, shame, and bruised shins from my flailing limbs. She is the better for our parting." John Miller pantomined stabbing himself in the heart. "Cold words, my squire." "Huffah," Dexter agreed. "Huffah," John Miller repeated, "Indeed. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#risk