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I gave in to life. I was not defeated but outplayed. ↗

— Ivo Andrić

#life

And did I not think then, What nonsense it is to suppose one man so different from another when all that life really boils down to is getting a decent cup of coffee and room to stretch out in? ↗

— Alice Munro

#life

I'm really very sorry for you all, but it's an unjust world, and virtue is triumphant only in theatrical performances. ↗

— W.S. Gilbert

#injustice #justice #life #reality #theater

Sin in the theater, I can observe now, is comparable to education in a university: it is there for those who wish to take advantage of it, but fewer do than you might suspect. ↗

— Billie Burke

#education

In post-Christendom, the church is that community of people who look to discover what God is actively doing in the world around them and then join themselves to that work. The church is that community of people gathered around Jesus Christ in order to participate in his life and incarnate it into the context where he has placed them. ↗

— Tim Keel

#ecclesiology #theology #leadership

I have only ever read one book in my life, and that is White Fang. It's so frightfully good I've never bothered to read another. ↗

— Nancy Mitford

#book #bothered #ever #fang #good

Sometimes we make decisions because it seems to be the only path visible at the moment. It's only later that we see there was more than one path, but the others were blocked from our vision at the time. That's the thing with hindsight, you see. Even if you can see it clearly, there's no going back. It's at that point we need to turn around and stare ahead and make a new life. ↗

— Karen White

#learning-to-breathe #life

This, more than anything else, is what I have never understood about your people. You can roll dice, and understand that the whole game may hinge on one turn of a die. You deal out cards, and say that all a man's fortune for the night may turn upon one hand. But a man's whole life, you sniff at, and say, what, this naught of a human, this fisherman, this carpenter, this thief, this cook, why, what can they do in the great wide world? And so you putter and sputter your lives away, like candles burning in a draft. ↗

— Robin Hobb

#royal-assassin #the-fool #life

A giant octopus living way down deep at the bottom of the ocean. It has this tremendously powerful life force, a bunch of long, undulating legs, and it's heading somewhere, moving through the darkness of the ocean… It takes on all kinds of different shapes—sometimes it's 'the nation,' and sometimes it's 'the law,' and sometimes it takes on shapes that are more difficult and dangerous than that. You can try cutting off its legs, but they just keep growing back. Nobody can kill it. It's too strong, and it lives too far down in the ocean. Nobody knows where its heart is. What I felt then was a deep terror. And a kind of hopelessness, a feeling that I could never run away from this thing, no matter how far I went. And this creature, this thing doesn't give a damn that I'm me or you're you. In its presence, all human beings lose their names and their faces. We all turn into signs, into numbers. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#others #society #state #life

That was his mother. When she wasn't crying over the breakfast cereal, she was laughing about killing herself. ↗

— Nick Hornby

#irony #life #mothers #people #life