#story

Thenceforth they thought that, rationally concluded, doubt could become an instrument of knowledge. ↗

— Marc Bloch

#historiography #history #knowledge #nature

I don't know who he was," Kavita flat-out states, "but whoever he was he sure did a number on you, didn't he?" Mary leans forward to ensure he would see her deviant stare. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe I did a number on him?" Kavita leans in closer as well, and with that same deviant expression, "Yes. I have. ↗

— Carroll Bryant

#fiction-novel #fictional #love #lovers-love-story #romance

Let the ravioli simmer for the time it takes to say two Lord's Prayers. ↗

— Martino de Rossi c o William Sitwell

#humor #recipe #food

Think of that person you knew when you were a kid, who you always thought you could have loved completely and forever.Well, you could have. It’s the truth, and it’s the saddest and simplest thing. There isn’t just one person for each of us in the world. There aren’t many, but there are always a few people we could have made it with, that maybe we still want to make it with, that press themselves so close to our hearts they leave scars, and then slip through our fingers and disappear from our lives. And it doesn’t make a difference if you’re thirteen or ninety- eight because some things you feel are real, no matter when. ↗

— Abigail Tarttelin

#love #love-hurts #love-story #lovers #sad

My second crush, don't know, who you are, by thinking of you, my day pass. The things, the things, the things changed, forgot the first, second begins. The second crush, my second crush, don't know who you are, but, by thinking of you, my day pass. Who you are, i don't know, but seeing you shed tears. My feelings drop, water stops, in my eyes. The things, the things, the things changed. I fall in love, are you goddess or what. As i came near you, my heart beat rise. Want to stop my legs, but they attracts. Like your tears attract the sand, when they are falling on land. My heart, my heart, my heart beat rise, you came, you came, you are closer to my eyes. I see tears fallen on the ground, my love rotating around you round and round. Now, you are the first, you are the last, that i told you my sweet heart. When i see you first time, it was my last time, to fall in love, my dear valentine. The second crush, my second crush, don't know who you are, but, by thinking of you, my day pass. The things, the things, the things changed. Now, crush end, time spend, love start, now, you are my life part.:-) ↗

— Abhishek Singh Sikarwar

#life-and-living #life-lessons #love #love-at-first-sight #love-hurts

Try this for deviancy: fabricants are mirrors held up to purebloods' conscience; what purebloods see reflected there sickens them. So they blame you for holding the mirror." I hid my shock by asking when purebloods might blame themselves. Mephi replied, "History suggests, not until they are made to. ↗

— David Mitchell

#cloud-atlas #disgust #hate #history #postmodern

A few years after my first son was born, he wanted to know how we chose his name, so I began reading him the story of Noah's Ark. ↗

— Boris Becker

#ark #began #born #chose #few

The vital thing for me is to integrate the history from above with the history from below because only in that way can you show the true consequences of the decisions of Hitler or Stalin or whomever on the ordinary civilians caught up in the battle. ↗

— Antony Beevor

#battle #because #below #caught #civilians

In Italy, the country where fascism was born, we have a particular relation with the Holocaust, but as a turning point in history it belongs to everybody in the world. It is a part of humanity. ↗

— Roberto Benigni

#born #country #everybody #fascism #history

The art of storytelling is reaching its end because the epic side of truth, wisdom, is dying out. ↗

— Walter Benjamin

#because #dying #end #epic #out