#t

And then, just as I begin to raise my sword to cleave a path to Arthur's side, there comes a sound like a tempest wind - the blast of a mighty sea gale. Men fall back, suddenly afraid. They cover their heads with their arms and peer into the darkness above. What is it? Is the roof falling? The sky? The strange sound subsides and they glance at one another in fear and awe. Merlin is there. The Emrys is standing calmly beside Arthur. His hands are empty and upraised, his face stern in the unnatural silence he has created . . . ↗

— Stephen R. Lawhead

#men

Men are good to a limit, God is good beyond limits. ↗

— Peter Teo

#men

I brought a picture with me that I had at home, of a girl in a swing with a castle and pretty blue bubbles in the background, to hang in my room, but that nurse here said the girl was naked from the waist up and not appropriate. You know, I've had that picture for fifty years and I never knew she was naked. If you ask me, I don't think the old men they've got here can see well enough to notice that she's bare-breasted. But, this is a Methodist home, so she's in the closet with my gallstones. ↗

— Fannie Flagg

#perception #home

A blanket could be used to separate the winners from the losers. With the exception of me, all men are losers, and only the winners are allowed under the blanket. Sorry, fellas, but there is nothing I can do about the situation. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket-iq-test #brick-and-blanket-responses #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #funny

A DEAD STATESMAN I could not dig: I dared not rob: Therefore I lied to please the mob. Now all my lies are proved untrue And I must face the men I slew. What tale shall serve me here among Mine angry and defrauded young? from EPITAPHS OF THE WAR 1914-18 ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

#deceit #dishonesty #irony #lies #politics

De var faste i troen på, at alle, der ikke var med dem, var imod dem. [..] 'Jeg så mig selv som en frihedskæmper i en kamp for mig og mine venner. Hver for sig var vi svage individer. Men når vi stod sammen, blev vi en stærk helhed. ↗

— Olav Hergel

#helhed #sleiman #stærk #svag #men

Don't waste your energy trying to change opinions ... Do your thing, and don't care if they like it. ↗

— Tina Fey

#inspirational #self-confidence #self-esteem #trying #change

In prison, I finally got it. Understood that just like three black men were gangbangers, and three Jews a conspiracy, three Muslims had become a sleeper cell. And later, much later, the pendulum would swing back, and everybody would celebrate progress, the storied tradition of accommodation, on TV talk shows and posters in middle schools. There would be ceremonies, public apologies, cardboard displays. In the interim, however, I threatened order, threatened civilization. In the interim, I too had to adhere to an unwritten code. ↗

— H.M. Naqvi

#home

I’m not a boy!” Dashan retorted hotly. “How dare you speak to me like that!” “I’ll speak to you any way I see fit. You are sorely lacking in discipline and wouldn’t know danger if it bit you in the arse!” Ryland looked towards the door where Dashan wanted to go. “Do you have any idea what sort of place that is?” “A brothel?” Ryland laughed so hard his head fell back. “A brothel, he says. My, my, aren’t you the innocent? It is a brothel, but a certain type of one. The men who frequent it are known to have very particular tastes.” “What sort of tastes?” Dashan was curious now. Did Ryland know it was a brothel for men who wanted men? And how did he know? Did he use this place too? Ryland shook his head. “That’s not something the king would appreciate me telling his son.” “Show me then. I demand that you show me. That’s an order. ↗

— Annette Gisby

#fantasy #m-m #romance #men

Did you ever have a conversation with different parts of yourself. Try it. It can be fun. You never know what you have to say to yourself. ↗

— Art Hochberg

#inspirational #art