#tie

A different voice may be particularly effective in disturbing the existing participants into re-examining matters they had come to take for granted. ↗

— Stefan Collini

#humanities #education

[...] I could not go on for ever so: I want to enjoy my own faculties as well as to cultivate those of other people. I must enjoy them now; don't recall either my mind or body to the school; I am out of it and disposed for full holiday. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#faculties #education

It is a convenient truth: You go into the humanities to pursue your intellectual passion; and it just so happens, as a by-product, that you emerge as a desired commodity for industry. ↗

— Damon Horowitz

#education #humanities #industry #intellect #passion

Depth of understanding involves something which is more than merely a matter of deconstructive alertness; it involves a measure of interpretative charity and at least the beginnings of a wide responsiveness. ↗

— Stefan Collini

#education-system #humanities #education

Whenever the intensity of looking reaches a certain degree, one becomes aware of an equally intense energy coming towards one through the appearance of whatever it is one is scrutinizing. ↗

— John Berger

#equality

Just as modern mass production requires the standardization of commodities, so the social process requires standardization of man, and this standardization is called equality. ↗

— Erich Fromm

#commodities #equality #just #man #mass

Quoting Samuel Johnson: "Men know that women are an overmatch for them, and therefore they choose the weakest or the most ignorant. If they did not think so, they never could be afraid of women knowing as much as themselves. ↗

— James Boswell

#equality #fear #gender #intelligence #men

I’ll trade my formal neckwear for your love, if your love has an equal or greater value to $14.95.
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— Jarod Kintz

#formal-neckwear #love #price #tie #ties

Ground rules, Tanner,” he growled. Tanner paled. More good. “No alcohol. No smoking. No drugs. No looking at other girls. You can dance with my daughter. Your hands will avoid the danger zones, which are here, here and here.” Liam gestured to his chest, groin and ass. “You can kiss her. Once. At 10:59 p.m. tonight, when you’ll be standing here once again. I will be on the other side of this door, waiting for her. Am I clear?” “Yes, sir,” Tanner whispered. “I was your age once, too,” Liam said. “I’m aware of that, sir.” “I know what you think about.” “I’m sorry.” “You can think it. You can’t do it.” “Okay.” “I have many sharp tools in my garage.” “Yes, sir.” “We’re clear, then?” “Very, sir.” “Good!” Liam smiled, then grabbed the boy by the shoulder and dragged him in. “Nicole! Your date’s here. ↗

— Kristan Higgins

#dating-in-your-thirties #parent #age

Blind impatience is equally evident in the fruit section. Our ancestors might have delighted in the occasional handful of berries found on the underside of a bush in late summer, viewing it as a sign of the unexpected munificence of a divine creator, but we became modern when we gave up on awaiting sporadic gifts from above and sought to render any pleasing sensation immediately and repeatedly available. ↗

— Alain de Botton

#fruit #impatience #modernity #equality