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Boast of Quietness" Writings of light assault the darkness, more prodigious than meteors. The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside. Sure of my life and death, I observe the ambitious and would like to understand them. Their day is greedy as a lariat in the air. Their night is a rest from the rage within steel, quick to attack. They speak of humanity. My humanity is in feeling we are all voices of that same poverty. They speak of homeland. My homeland is the rhythm of a guitar, a few portraits, an old sword, the willow grove's visible prayer as evening falls. Time is living me. More silent than my shadow, I pass through the loftily covetous multitude. They are indispensable, singular, worthy of tomorrow. My name is someone and anyone. I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

#poetry #death

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#comfort #deceit #deceive #dejan-stojanovic #literature

I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#literature #literature-quotes #ocean #poems #poetry

Every star was once darker than the night, before it awoke. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#literature #literature-quotes #night #poetry #poetry-quotes

When all is lost, there is still a memory. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#literature #literature-quotes #lost #lost-world #memory

You are not what you are; You are darkness Looking for light within. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#darkness #dejan-stojanovic #light #light-within #literature

I did it because he wasn't fair to you. Because you deserve credit for what you've done. Because he needs to realize you aren't the person he's always thought you were. He needs to see you for who you really are, not for all the ideas and preconceptions he's built up around you." The power in Adrian's gaze was so strong that I kept talking. I was nervous about meeting that stare in silence. Also, part of me was afraid that if I pondered my own words too hard, I'd discover they were just as much about my own father and me as Adrian and his. "It should have been enough for you to tell him who you are - show him who you are - but he wouldn't listen ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #the-golden-lily #adrian-ivashkov

I'm a Skeptic. And I'm a Journalist. I look up things in the library—a lot! I believe in the motto of Missouri, the 'Show-me, don't just blow me' state. I need evidence. I need demonstrations. I need show-and-tell. Even though I pray to God every once in a while, especially when I'm in trouble—which for most guys my age is every 28 days—I still think deeply about the issues and don't automatically jump to a religious or mystical answer to questions. I am, by nature, doubtful about the existence of God, and even whether He is a He or a Her. I don't believe in New Age stuff. For me, 'Past Life Regression' means not calling a girl after she gives me her phone number. Sure I own a lucky rabbit's foot, a lucky penny, a lucky 4-leaf clover and a lucky horeshoe [sic], and a pair of lucky underwear and several pairs of lucky socks that I only wash every seven days. But under it all I am a died–in-the-wool skeptic. ↗

— Earl Lee

#humor #skeptics #age

Good and bad exist always, everywhere ↗

— R. Alan Woods

#bad-people #bad-things #good #good-and-evil #goodness

The ghost of a smile flickered across his lips. ‘You’re always the voice of reason. Just try listening to yourself once in a while. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #the-golden-lily #adrian-ivashkov