#son

Back in my day, we died all the time, and we liked it! ↗

— Rick Riordan

#heroes-of-olympus #rick-riordan #the-son-of-neptune #heroes

Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device' And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before 'Relax,' said the night man, 'We are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like, But you can never leave ... ↗

— The Eagles

#california #gluttony #greed #shallowness #sin

For Emily Dickinson every philosophical idea was a potential lover. Metaphysics is the realm of eternal seduction of the spirit by ideas. ↗

— Charles Simic

#poet #metaphysics

The Garden En robe de parade. - Samain Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens, And she is dying piece-meal of a sort of emotional anaemia. And round about there is a rabble Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor. They shall inherit the earth. In her is the end of breeding. Her boredom is exquisite and excessive. She would like some one to speak to her, And is almost afraid that I will commit that indiscretion. ↗

— Ezra Pound

#personae #poem #poetry #boredom

Issues are like tissues. You pull one out and another appears! ↗

— Gary Goldstein

#alcohol #court #crime #diary #drugs

It all made sense — terrible sense. The panic she had experienced in the warehouse district because of not knowing what had happened had been superseded at the newsstand by the even greater panic of partial knowledge. And now the torment of partly knowing had yielded to the infinitely greater terror of knowing precisely ↗

— Flora Rheta Schreiber

#dissociation #dissociative #dissociative-amnesia #dissociative-identity-disorder #fugue

Theirs was the eternal youth of an alternating self, a youth with the constant although unfulfilled promise of growing up ↗

— Flora Rheta Schreiber

#amnesia #dissociation #dissociative-amnesia #dissociative-identity-disorder #fugue

If pain doesn't lead to humility, you have wasted your suffering. ↗

— Katerina Stoykova Klemer

#pain #personal-development #personal-growth #suffering #humility

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#passion #reason-and-judgment #soul #the-prophet #judgment

The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn't that way. It rained and little puddles of water shone under the street lamps on Main Street. In the woods in the darkness beyond the Fair Ground water dripped from the black trees. ↗

— Sherwood Anderson

#disappointment #ohio #rain #seasons #subtle