#sum

The very essence of rationalism is that it assumes that the reason is the highest faculty in man and the lord of all the rest. ↗

— Lyman Abbott

#essence #faculty #highest #lord #man

Its called a playground, but its nearer to a battlefield. It can be brutal ↗

— Keith Richards

#life

And that destination for which we should strive is one of a successful life not necessarily a life of success. ↗

— Andy Andrews

#life

It has long been known to me that certain objects want you as much as you want them. These are the ones that become important, the objects that you hold dear. The others fade from your life entirely. You wanted them, but they did not want you in return. ↗

— Sheila Heti

#life

We believe we are the consumers, but we are the consumed. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#reality-of-life #society #life

Pain was as much a part of this life as the summer and the winter and the rain, and there was no greater asshole than the one who believed you can cure it. ↗

— Brian McGreevy

#believe #cure #life #pain #rain

This civilization is the impact of the world's consumption behavior. ↗

— Toba Beta

#civilization #consumption #impact #life #trend

When we buy junk, we become junk. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#humanity-and-society #junk #life-and-living #life

In consumer life we become what we consume-disposable junk to be used and thrown away. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#consumption #essence-of-life #life

Alexander moved her off him, laid her down, was over her, was pressed into her, crushing her. Anthony was right there, he didn't care, he was trying to inhale her, trying to absorb her into himself. "All this time you were stepping out in front of me, Tatiana," he said. "Now I finally understand. You hid me on Bethel Island for eight months. For two years you hid me and deceived me - to save me. I am such an idiot," he whispered. "Wretch or not, ravaged or not, in a carapace or not, there you still were, stepping out for me, showing the mute mangled stranger your brave and indifferent face." Her eyes closed, her arms tightened around his neck. "That stranger is my life," she whispered. They crawled away from Anthony, from their only bed, onto a blanket on the floor, barricading themselves behind the table and chairs. "You left our boy to go find me, and this is what you found..." Alexander whispered, on top of her, pushing inside her, searching for peace. Crying out underneath him, Tatiana clutched his shoulders. "This is what you brought back from Sachsenhausen." his movement was tense, deep, needful. Oh God. Now there was comfort. "You thought you were bringing back him, but Tania, you brought back me." "Shura...you'll have to do..." Her fingers were clamped into his scars. "In you," said Alexander, lowering his lips to her parted mouth and cleaving their flesh, "are the answers to all things." All the rivers flowed into the sea and still the sea was not full. ↗

— Paullina Simons

#romance #the-summer-garden #life